proving that I'm not fourty

Okay, so the post on my last note may have been somewhat deserved. But lets just be happy that I was at anthropologie and not getting something from the Martha Stewart K-Mart collection. Thank God for good taste.

Anyway, so my Friday night will clear up an suspicions of my middle age, and I will recount the details of it in the following.

So, one of my sisters, who had never been to my apartment, came up to visit and stayed to party. She loved the both the apartment and the experience, but who wouldn't?
200 dollars worth of liquor, beer, and champagne was bought for 6 of us. A keg was bought for everyone else.
I drank about 50 dollars worth of it all.(That's a lot for little me).
Drugs (of more then one type) ravaged (in a good way) my body.
A boy ravaged (in a good way) my body.
Getting a bit too personal, eh?
Anyway, the music was loud, the party hoppin'.
I tried to play basketball and resigned to just be a cheerleader.
I rocked the beer pong table, for at least a bit.
The keg was stolen never to be found.
I ran around outside for a bit dripping wet in a towel, but that's a whole different story.
Sleep? Oh, that happened at 6 in the am.

What fourty year old did that on Friday? Tell me.