After watching little hockey over the course of the season, I decided to be part of Pittsburgh for Game 7 of the Stanley Cup finals. I put on white, yellow, and black and prepared to pretend that I understood hockey for a night. With hockey, however, comes beer. I'm not normally a beer drinker. I've just never enjoyed the taste of it, but will drink it if that's really my only choice.
Through a few hours of trying to get everyone to get excited about my hand penguin, "Let's go Pens" chant, I continued to drink beer with my friends, and after the Pens pulled out an amazing win, we celebrated with more beer, and hot dogs.
Why is it that even though I've set standards for food and beverages for myself, I become a 22-year old college student again when everyone else is doing it? I had spent nearly 4 hours working out yesterday, and killed it all, plus some, in a few hours, and with things I don't even like. I don't feel like this is something that real adults deal with, or maybe it is an I just don't realize it. I need to go back to my pre-marathon mentality, and just not drink it or eat it unless I really want it. I'm definitely not any happier today, if anything I'm less happy because it's as if I didn't push myself to the point of exhaustion at the gym only to kill it.
Being an adult the first time didn't count because I was in DC, it's like Cancun with jobs. Questioning a random night of drinking just didn't happen. Now that I feel like I'm an actual adult, it just seems like I wasted a night, and essentially part of today, for something that would have been just as fun without it.
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