When I was in college, I could drink like a fish. I put huge douchey dudes to shame with my incredible ability to chug, handle, and hold my cheap liquor and beer. I preferred nicer beer, even in those days, but I wasn’t about to turn down a few dozen free cans of Natty Light or PBR. You just don’t do that in college. You drink what you are given… You know, if it’s not from a very shady source. Hell, even if it is shady, you might consider it if it’s totally free. I mean, you’re supposed to be poor in college. Why not enjoy cheap-ass bear?
College students love beer.
Everyone loves beer.
However, not everyone can drink cheap beer like 20-year-olds.
Once graduation occurs, and you move on graduate school or perhaps a real-life, grown-up job with benefits and a salary and everything, your lifestyle inherently changes. It just does. Life is very different after college. Now, instead of just wanting to get drunk and maybe get a date or two out of some dude/lady, you are actually talking about relationships and even…. MARRIAGE. Well, maybe just long-term or like… living together or something. You’re still figuring that part out. Anyways…
Life after graduation is quite an adjustment. It takes some g.d. time, y’all. And that’s okay.
There are many lessons a post-graduate must learn, and one of the first I learned… Nah, actually the most obvious one I learned, was that I cannot drink the way and the crap I once could. I’m a grown-up now, and Natty Lite ain’t gonna cut it.
When you start to get old, your body can’t handle the vinegar/acid/gasoline contained in cheap beer. At least, the body can’t handle it at the same level. When a body is young and virile, it can fight off the poisons of cheap beer – the pee in Busch Light or the dirt in Natural Ice. When a body gets older, it starts to give up on dying and it wants to live. Cheap beer wants to kill you and your body. Old bodies know better. They demand good beer.
Older bodies also don’t want you to make them suffer with yucky beer. I learned this the hard way.
I have now learned, once and for all, that I am now too old to drink a whole bunch of crappy beer. My body hates it. My body wants to be a temple instead of a garbage can. I must obey.
Until very recently, I was entirely immune to hangovers. I had only once had a hangover, and it was after a week of no-sleep and then heavy, celebratory drinking. You can read about a lot that night in the post, “When Kate and Patty (Almost) Got in a Bar Fight.” With that one exception, I have been a total boss. This has annoyed many people. Understandably so… Hangovers suck. Now that I’m a little older, I’m starting to catch them.
After a night of drinking… we’ll say “some” beers, I have started to feel a little less-than-great the next morning. Therefore, I must accept that I’m now too old for drinking cheap beer like a college-kid.