Ten years...ten years.
Has it really been that long since I was standing in the middle of a club dancing to this song before suddenly realizing that at the age of twenty-nine, I was getting a bit long in the tooth to be participating in this shit?
Wow.
I mean sure, those were great days and all and I had a lot of fun, but back in 2003 I was starting to need naps before heading out for the night and my recovery time was squeaking toward the 48 hour limit and frankly the idea of nub rubbing against girls eight or nine years younger than me in order to score free drinks from dudes who thought they might luck into a three-way (they weren't), was starting to become less appealing as my thirties were fast approaching.
So I guess I should thank Big Boi and André 3000 for the wake up call that sweet, sweet long ago evening when I was jumping up and down to the catchy lyrics of Hey Ya! and realizing it might be time to hang up my clubbing days.
I mean, if it weren't for them I never would have discovered how much cheaper it was to stay home and drink beer with my friends while playing strip Monopoly.
Nostalgic Video after the break.
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