Ah! To be young and care about being drunk and banging chicks

Have you ever had that living situation where you were SO ready to get out of it, you complained about it for months? Me too. Have you ever finally gotten to the last few days of it, then started to feel bad, that maybe it wasn't so bad? Me too. Have you ever then had your roommate do something so annoying that you didnt care you were leaving anymore? Me too.

I spent this past Saturday evening with my lovely roommates, having Christmas before one of us goes to Spain, one moves home with Mom, and one stays right where he is (Where Im sure he will stay for the rest of his life, metaphorically speaking). We met at Ye Olde Sweetwatyre (Home of the Pernicious Harpy Waitstaff). IT was nice, and I had a few, so by the end of dinner I was telling long stories that all ended with me being a genius in some way. My roommates were then going to a weekly UNT theatre party, and I told them as a last hurrah, I would also attend. I hadn't been to a wild and crazy UNT party in a while, and it seemed like it was time. Oh, boy.

I hadn't realized that I was an old man, until I saw the level of fun being had here. People walking around telling jokes about philosophers. People getting into serious, HEATED discussions about how they will change the world. Ten, literally TEN (!) girls walking around with the same goddamn haircut, shouting to the sky how they are different from everyone in the world.

This is a many fingered problem so to speak. These are all college students (geez); all UNT students (ugh); all theater students (GAH); all UNT THEATER STUDENTS (BLEARGGHHH); and all drunk UNT THEATER COLLEGE STUDENTS (gunshot). Good god, I dont know how I lasted so long with such annoying people peppering my party life. Eveyone is so self involved, so sure that they are the top of the food chain, that they will be the ones to go onto replace Shakespeare, or Fosse, or Mikail Barishnikov, or whatever the hell they like and think is the best in the world, but only because no one else likes it. God, I hate people. There is not enough booze in the world to make me see past all these people's deplorable personalities. So, I have officially declared, I have been to my last college party. I know what you are saying. "What if you'll miss these years when they're gone? What if you'll look back and see the best years of your life?" What if you take off your stupid pants and don a pair of what I like to call "Big Girl Panties", and realize Ive hated these people before, and I will hate them forever. My heart is black. Happy Holidays, everybody!

LATER

So, as we trundle loudly towards Christmas, I am filled with a feeling of....blah, kinda. I got into the Christmas spirit early this year, partially because I always do, and partially because of my lovely lady. Now that we get down to it, Ive been done shopping for weeks, and all thats left to do is wait out the actual holiday, I feel like Ive wasted the mood. I will be terribly sad to see Christmas go, but Go it must, as we have to get fully prepared for Groundhog Day (and all that implies). Are any of us prepared in the right way for these holidays? It seems Im either looking forward to it forever and then tired of it when it comes, or laissez faire about it until its gone and Im left holding the bag, a big bag full of regrets and sadness (which I donate to the Salvation Army for a fine Tax deduction.) Do you think we are the only people who feel this way? Are we the only ones who are depressed on the holidays? I guess not. The only ones who actually matter? Sure.