The drinking culture came to me Freshman year. The drinking spirit that inundated me was certainly a festive one. I would head out four nights a week. This wasn't infeasible for me since I had my rugby buddies Q-tip and Cocaine Steve who were equally motivated towards festivities. Rugby socials were hectically joyous. Chug races were standard. I will never forget the road trip to Central Michigan U. I didn't seem to be suffering from it. I was pulling in As and Bs. Due to consistent training and exertion, I was in just about the best shape of my life.
But things change.
Now that I'm 23, the faucet to put my mouth to is a commercial one. Those dank basements with music blaring are no longer an outlet. Now, the environment feels horribly sanitized.
So the culture is different. That's not the only thing though. It seems the bad inhibitions aren't lost when I reach "that point", but the good ones are. It seems that as much spirit as my buddies have around me, I'm no longer moved. It seems that I need to give something up that just isn't working anymore.

posted by Brett @ Friday, October 28, 2005