Day 156/365 I Am Not A Rock Star

Some dear friends of mine from high school, and my cousin, Jay, are in a band together. I love these men, but aside from Jay, I don’t really get to see them too often.

Last night they played at a house party.

When I got to the party there were so many old friends whom I don’t see often enough. So, due to being chatty, having had a late lunch, and not being hungry while the food was being served, I managed to miss dinner (at a cookout…who does that?).

I did, however, manage to drink three beers. This, as you can imagine, was not a good choice. 

After the music stopped and the party dissipated I hung around with the boys while they packed up their instruments. I felt fine (maybe a little too fine) and headed off to a party with them afterward.

To be honest, I had a great time, it was so fun to see everyone. However, at a certain point that three beers + no dinner combo hit me and I needed to leave, STAT.  Fortunately I hitched a ride with Ryan and Alexis after having sent out a few (apparently hilarious) SOS text messages.

{No, you are not allowed to make fun of me because three beers did me in. Okay, whatever, go ahead…it’s a little sad.}

Here’s the thing – I am certain I’d have had just as great of a time had I not reached for that third…or even the second…beer.  What did I gain from overindulging?


Oh wait! I did gain something!


You know what doesn’t get better with age?

You guessed it…


I seriously am never doing that again.

I could not get out of my own way today.

So, what have we learned?

We’ve learned that I most certainly CANNOT party like a rock star.

In fact, as it turns out, I’m not even a very good groupie.

{I often take photos of random stuff, figuring they may inspire a blog some day.  As you can imagine I had a different idea for how I might use this one, but I couldn’t pass up the ironic humor.}