So this weekend is the big party weekend at my alma mater. I used to get a jones for the flat beer, cold rainy weather and drinking undergrads under the table. Also my friends and I have an in with a bar owner near campus still and drink for a good bargain. My best friend in a fit of nostalgia sent me a "meeting invite" to go to the party next year. I said no fucking way. This is the same guy that I basically beg to drop his skirt and hit Vegas all the time. I told him "no fucking way. if you have time off we're going to Vegas" and "I need to drink beer in the basement of a frat house like I need ass cancer."
I think I just grew up a little. A little part of me died too. But come on. We're both married and have 5 kids between us. Hanging out with undergrads all weekend is only going to get one or both of us divorced.