Getting older, going to bed earlier

As I type this, it is 9:45 post meridian on 31 December 2007. The last day of the year. most people are out getting drunk, or are already there, and not even paying attention to the time. They are just out because. In my four long years that I have been able to legally go out to local drinking establishments meant for mostly frat boys and old desperate single people (lets be honest) I have spent one new year's eve at a bar. As it turns out...not so much fun. It's just loud and packed and full of drunk people who are out to celebrate an occasion that happens every year. I don't think it is anything special. And to top that off, it was back in the Soo, so there were tons of people I went to high school with that were there and started talking to me. I got no problem saying hey to people or even a head nod. But if you wouldn't give me the time of day in high school, what the fuck? Why would I want to talk to you while one or both of us are drunk? Honestly. Piss off.

Side note: Rage Against the Machine just started playing on itunes. Lovin' the rage and anger. Side note over.

I would rather spend the evening hanging out with a few friends at a house watching a movie and drinking a little (well not this year, I'm sick. Nasty little stomach bug...great way to lose weight though) and just having a good time. You know, playing some board games, just talking, the old people stuff. Which this now begs the question:
Am I old?

Is it because I don't want to go hang out with the frat boys who try to look tough or the sorority girls who put on too much make up and not enough clothes? Or is it that I have grown out of that whole scene? Don't get me wrong, I love going to the bars every now and then. Every Thursday at the Chalet it is dollar can night. How can you argue with that? When I first started going there with work people, it was very low key and we could hang and talk and shit on each other...good times. Then some jackass told the entire WSU greek system and it is frat boy heaven. It's just disgusting.

So this year, A and I ordered a pizza, went to a movie and I am almost ready for bed. A bit of it is that I have to work at seven tomorrow morning, but part of it is that there is too much effort going out anymore. People don't want to head out until nine or ten at night and by that time I'm just wanting to go to bed. On that note, I am, sadly, off to bed.
And 2007, you can just fuck off. You weren't anything special.