Word, Ally. I'm 33 and when I was in my late 20s, I thought being the lush of the group was just who I was. I can't tell you how many dangerous and just dumb things I did when I was drinking. One night, I earned the nickname The Instigator. Thaw was 5 years ago and I still don't know what happened. I just know that a good friend of mine's face ended up on a brick pillar and I was somehow involved.
My 30s are turning out to be so much more enjoyable. I've gotten the chance to meet myself for the first time in a long time and get to know that person. Now, I no longer feel like I have to be the wild, hard drinking, smack my butt, lemme go kiss this gal lush of the group. I'm still a lot of fun and I'm still the goober my friends love. They're just not picking me up off the floor and explaining what happened when I sobered up. Win-win!