I used to go out three to five times a week, I won the gag-award for “Most Likely To Start Her Weekend On a Tuesday,” and “Most Likely To Be Seen At The Bar," and my favorite local bar follows me on social media. Then the horror reality that I thought would never come was senior year. It essentially changed me for the worst. I became my worst nightmare of a person who I used to roll my eyes at. I became a grandma. It didn’t gradually happen. I was peacefully minding my own business getting crunk at the local bar one week, then the next week the thought of getting out of bed to go out was miserable. Here are some things I experienced on this journey to Boring City, U.S.A.

1. Drinking wine and watching wedding videos sounds like more fun than going out.

You used to stay outuntil the lights came on every night.

2. Your friends start questioning your sanity.

They don't know if they should be proud or concerned.

3. You hear the phrase “who are you now?” multiple times a week.

It's kind of annoying.

4. You catch yourself saying “Yeah, when I used to go out I...”

And a little piece of you breaks inside.

5. You’d rather spend time alone, at home, than with anybody else.

Because everyone annoys you.

6. You cringe every time someone calls you a grandma.

Because that is the single worst word you thought you would never hear someone say about you.

7. You yourself start questioning your own sanity.

"Is this really who I've become now?"

8. You used to Instagram once a day, now it’s once a week.

You don't go out, so there's nothing to post about.

9. You eventually force yourself to go to the bar.

Only to end up leaving an hour into the night.

10. Eventually people stop asking, “You’re going out right?” and instead say, “Please go out tonight.”

Then eventually they just stop in general, because they know you’ll always say no.

11. You kind of wish you still enjoyed going out.

But your dignity and your wallet thank you.

You don’t know if it’s because you're the old one now so everyone at the bar looks like babies, but putting on makeup, and putting on real clothes sounds miserable. You're kind of sad that the newest pledge class won’t get to experience your party side, but you get crazy a couple of times a month and they’ll experience it then. Also there's stories and pictures. So in a way, your party-girl phase will always be a part of you.