Never have I ever...

I have just returned from a party that my girlfriend's friend was throwing for her birthday.  She's a young'un, but I showed up because she's a sweet girl.

That said, I can confidently say that to sophomores in college and below...I am an old person.

It all started when I entered.  Apparently I was just in time, for they were starting a drinking game, "Ring of Fire," cool...a classic.  I (once caught up on regional variances of rules) know how to play this.

Now, I've never been one for drinking games.  Back with my friends in Michigan, most of the time we'd just drink until we could barely speak and get randy or pass out.  The game more or less just gets in the way.

I was affronted by one of the waif-like popsicle sticks in attendance, and she assumed me to be confused.  "No, no, honey...it's just, if i'm going to drink at a party, let's drink.  I don't care if you've done it in a car, on a plane, in the rain, etc."

Long story short, I left after 45 minutes of attendance.  I could endure no more.  I am truly old and curmudgeonly.  I'd much rather be home drawing, watching a movie, or something of the like.

It may be a surprising declaration for me to say that I am truly not ashamed, sad, or otherwise bothered by the fact that I am no longer a party guy.  I have an outstanding girlfriend, a nice apartment (till I can't pay for it any longer), and I do have cool friends, albeit they're all in Michigan or other states.  I really have no need to play the game to get more people to like me while imbibing the goofy juice.

Having taken separate cars, I bid my girlfriend adieu after ensuring that she was alright with my leaving.  She wanted to spend a little more time with her friend, and that was fine with me.  I was only worried because a person she didn't like very well happened to show up shortly before I left.  I wanted to make sure she wouldn't get into any trouble.

Now I sit at home working and relaxing.  All-in-all though, not a bad evening.