I’ve definitely had my fair share of partying throughout my short-lived life as a bar, beer and general booze enthusiast. And during that time, as I’m sure you’ve already guessed, I have found myself in some difficult and compromising positions (i.e. someone dragging me out of the club by my hair so I could continue vomiting/dying in an alleyway). Those particular times have warranted many people to ask me, ‘Is there really such a thing as partying too hard?’ Well, the bittersweet answer is not quite as easy as a simple, ‘NO’.
There’s two very opposing parts of the party life that we’ve all seen; the night of, and the morning after. These two party-life oppositions are what make the answer to this question so bitter and so sweet. So, is there such a thing as partying too hard? Well, on the night of my verdict would be a big, fat, boisterous no.
At this point in time, we are as old as we’ve ever been, and the youngest we will ever be again. After letting that sink in for a moment, how can anyone’s answer be ‘no’ to an extra drink, dancing on a table, or flirting with someone where the sole outcome will be embarrassing yourself? My advice; do it. There will come a time where our bodies are old. It makes me cringe to say it, but it’s true. There will come a time where our bodies will be too weak to do what we do now. And there will come a time where we won’t want to, or won’t be able to party the way we do now (if we want to be socially accepted at 45) . So, no. Absolutely not is there such a thing as partying too hard. Have that extra drink, make a fool of yourself, and stumble home as the sun rises.
*DISCLAIMER: If you don’t want to confront the truth of partying, stop reading here.*
But, having said that, the morning after holds a very different answer within it: ‘Yes. Oh my god, yes. I’m never drinking again… Please kill me’.
I don’t have to go into detail about the morning after. We’ve all been there. We’ve all woken up next to some monstrosity with no recollection of how they got into your room, let alone your bed. We’ve all woken up on the bathroom floor with vomit in places that make even us wonder. And we’ve definitely all woken up in griping agony, regretting whatever (because god knows what it was) we did last night. The answer here is, of course, yes! So, the night before, when the waiter is offering you that 18th beverage, consider your future self and turn them down.
The key is balance. Say yes, but maybe, sometimes say no. As the booze thriving, dance pumping, vibrant natured people we are, we need to find a happy medium between the two. Say yes to an extra beer, but say no when your head is already swirling. Say yes to flirting with some cute guy/ gal, but say no if you’re pretty sure you know that person and you’re going to see them at work on Monday.
And say yes to living your life, having fun and being young; but say no if it means your future self is going to suffer.
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