My ability to binge drink has really fallen off. I'm really good at binge complaining and binge sleeping. When I'm feeling extra froggy, I'll go on a weekend bender of house projects.
But the drinking has tailed off.
And I think it is because of the lack of holidays.
When I was in college (and in not-married), there was always an excuse. Cinco de Mayo is a legitimate holiday for college kids. When you grow up it just means you have the brown rice microwave meal for lunch at work that day.
For college kids, if there is no holiday coming up - you just invent one.
Hell, alliteration is enough of a reason to get fall-down drunk when you are 22. Thirsty Thursday? Do it. Whacky Wednesday? Who wants tequila?
And who doesn't chug a few Monday morning molotov cocktails and burn themselves down to start the week?
But the best that grown-ups can offer is Happy Hour. One hour a day. If I were still in my competitive alcholism phase, this would become a Power Hour. But now the only "Power" things I have are naps.
Perhaps this all stems from the fact that one night of binge-drinking requires three days of recovery time...
...And Thirsty Thursday isn't a National Holiday.