Ah... St. Patty's Day in a College Town

It is a holiday that is built for the college student. Deprive yourself of sleep to wake up at the ass crack of dawn to go the bar, choke down cheap beer dyed green and bad eggs and be drunk before most people have had their first cup of coffee. Now, don't get me wrong. This is a day that I've supported for quite awhile but personally the buzz (pun intended) is gone for me. This may be because instead of sitting around all day drinking with friends I'm at work and have been since 11am, but I felt this way after last year. I got up with the throngs, went out the bars, got hammered by mid-morning and skipped all of my classes that day. Being a senior comes with benifits and the ability to blow off class for a day at the bar is one of them, dammit. Granted, I stumbled into one of my prof's offices around 3, and slurred through a short conversation but after going through the experiance once, I didn't miss that today. The thrill is gone and since St. Patrick's Day is the busiest bar day (with New Year's Eve close behind) I wasn't excited about having to fight the throngs for a pint. I'm afraid that's a sign of becoming a grown up. I'd rather get smashed in someone's apartment, surrounded with friends and conversations I can hear than wandering through crowded bars while any and all speech is drowned out by bad music. Maturity? Possibly. (Note: At this point in writing, my best friend from high school called to tell me that his wife is pregnant. Creepy. He's like an adult now.... a father-to-be. Whoa...) Not if I can help it but is this really the first step down that road? Could be. But I'm taking that path as slow as friggin' possible.