I guess this is how growing up and getting older can be measured... Back in the old times (meaning last year and the year before) we would party all night long, in every 2 or 3 weeks, go out almost every Friday night, and sleep until late, and get home around noon after house parties...
Whereas now all we do is being super tired, drinking some tequila, throwing up, and going to sleep for about 5 hours, then leave at 7 a.m. because we don't want to help cleaning the house. Okay throwing up doesn't refer to me, I've never thrown up because of alcohol and I'm not planning to either. But still, it's all true. Being 17-18 years old, we somehow got tired of partying, all the parties and get togethers are extremely dull, no fun at all. They usually result in a few people crying because of some boy (either boyfriend or crush), some people throwing up, and some people listening to / helping these. I'm usually in the third category. As yesterday.
Some of my friends had a relatively big birthday party, 45 mins away from my house, by train. We arrived at 10 p.m. (me and two friends, because one of them had training until 8.15 p.m.), we were the last ones, as always. But by that time everyone was quite drunk or tipsy or was watching the World Cup (guess a 5-1 victory of Nederland was entertaining?). So we joined some friend who were sitting on the sidewalk, but they weren't really welcoming so we decided to just do something else. But we ended up being with them anyways.
Nothing much happened, I spend the whole night with one of my best friends, who was 1st and 2nd category (see above)... There's this boy, she has a huge crush on him, but he's in a long relationship, but they're friends, but lately he's kinda rude to my friend and viva versa, so yesterday he told her she hadn't been really welcomed. She of course got upset, I went after her, and we spent the night drinking tequila and beer, and smoking some cherry flavored cigarettes (I really don't understand how people find it good...). She drank too much, got sick, and I had to look after her for the whole night, until she finally fell asleep without having to get up to vomit after 5 mins. Such an enjoyable activity...
Anyways, we came home at 7.30 a.m., because we really didn't feel like staying there anymore. I feel kinda bad for leaving just like that, but I can't really make myself care that much...
I just don't understand why we can't party like before. I don't think 17-18 years would be that old...
Guess wrong...
Oh, I almost forgot the song...
🎶 Lana Del Rey - Young and beautiful 🎶
