Would you rather eat a French dip sandwich at 5 p.m. or 5 a.m.? I’ve just had me some really big weekends of debauchery, and every time I woke up the next day (or same day), my insides hurt.
I could end up being that 40-year-old woman partying in the bar if I keep this up. I really don’t want to be her. I went big all through my 20s and for 15% of my 30s, but now I’m ready to be home and eat pizza on Fridays with my parents. I feel good about it. It’s better, at my age, to eat at 5 p.m. than 5 a.m. I won’t get those nasty tater tot hangovers.