1). I no longer have fun when surrounded by college-age coeds taking shots, hitting on the opposite sex, and bumping and grinding. (Oh wait, I never had fun in this scenario).
2). I have two drinks, and I feel like I need a week to recuperate.
3). I find myself saying "Is it just me, or is this music way too loud?" at least 3 times.
4). The idea of staying home baking cinnamon rolls sounds like my idea of a fabulous Saturday night.
5). I wear a CARDIGAN to the bars. Yes, a cardigan.
Evidence from the weekend:
Just to prove that I am still fun. Mr. Ruby was the photojournalist of the evening. He decide to take a couple "candid" shots. I was rolling when I saw these.