On the wagon

One of my struggles I have been going through lately, is out-growing this "party girl" image I have. Most of my friends I have now, met me when I was 21 and out of control. Instead of broke in college, I was getting paid to work in the entertainment industry at a studio on the beach. I mean honestly, how many 21 years old get to do that? The majority of the crew was away from their families and friends, so we would literally go out every night. Being the young girl in the group, I didn't have a hard time getting others to buy me drinks. I truely did some crazy ass things and killed many brain cells along the way. I could write a 10 year series with the stories I have from those days.

Now, as I am about to turn 27, I am no longer in that stage. My body doesn't handle hang overs as well. I don't have as many people buying me drinks and I don't have the money most times to buy my own. My issue, is that most people expect me to still be that party girl and are disappointed when I'm not. While most people were crazy in college, I was crazy during my first years in the industry. Unfortunately, that set a standard for my image. Can I still drink most people under table? Probably. Do I want to? No.

My number one focus right now is getting healthy, and let's face it, alcohol is not healthy. I still have my occasional glass or two of wine, but compared to what I used to be, I'm a party pooper. Call it being lame, being cheap, what have you...I call it growing up.