22 vs 29

Am I getting old? As I lie in a warm bubble bath with candles lit perusing my way through Pinterest & IG- thoughts run through my head of what I would be doing if I were 22. It's Friday evening-somewhere around 40 degrees in Atlanta & I'm quite certain that I'm rummaging through my closet for the cutest aka "most revealing outfit" I can possibly find. All to impress the douch-ey guy that's guaranteed to be too belligerent to even notice...his only concern is who he's going home with at the end of the night. My girlfriends & I cab it to Roswell road where all of the "frat-tastic" bars are located. We stand in line(freezing our asses off) but it's cool-we look damn good. After 45 minutes of standing in line for the shit show we paid 20$ to get into (excuse my French) the music is so loud that our ears are bleeding. Some D-bag (we'll call him Taco) "accidentally" bumps into me spilling his 99 cent el cheapo "te-kill-ya" shot on the outfit that took me 5 hours to choose. I now reek of booze & look like a drowned rat. My girlfriend(let's just call her "Annie May") has had one too many Vegas bombs & we cab it home. She proceeds to projectile vomit mid cab ride while we scramble to find the cash to pay the dude that just kicked us out of his car. We finally make it home around 3:30 a.m. a bit tattered & torn. Passing out wherever we lie in a face full of makeup that we forgot to wash off due to our incoherent state of mind.
Waking up the next morning in my 29 year old body & newly found state of mind I thank The Lord that I am no longer 22.

"I dunno about you but I'm feelin 22"

No judgment! 

❤️Beggsy