Is the lifestyle I live, and love, normal?

It's 4 am Saturday night, and as is usual, I've downed more drinks than I can count without taking my shoes off.

I'm having the regular off the wall conversations with the boys.
Slim's been doing it up extra hard this last little while, (in his opinion) and has noted to us a concern that he needs to cool it off.

I've been in the same position before, so I understand his feeling. More importantly, I know that those feelings are dangerous, and only lead to regret. This "taking it easy" last a few days at most, and you're left with nothing out of them other than a memory of how you wasted a couple good weekend nights, watching everyone else have more fun than you.

So we managed to crush his spirit for "healthy life" and "not getting trashed as hell" and he hopped on board, and had himself another night worth living.

Then I thought to myself, I wonder if this is normal.

For those that don't know us, the following is a pretty standard breakdown of quiet weekend in our lives (meaning not a cottage party, trip to Montreal, Algonquin, Niagara, etc.) I've provided this solely for comparison purposes:

Finish work around 4:30 or 5 (for those of us working) and head home immediately, busting with joy its the weekend.

Try and have a nap for a couple of hours, so that you can be sure tiredness won't slow you up later. Realize every single time you try it fails, and you don't have time for nappy naps.

Around 6 or so, go out for some food. Probably Indian, Thai or Sushi.

Head to the LCBO/Beer Store on the way home from dinner. For those not living in Ontario, the LCBO is an evil monopoly which is run by the government and is the ONLY place you can buy liquor. Beer stores the same thing, but only has beer.

Get home and realize you forgot mix. Say fuck a LOT. Drive like a manic and get something at the closest possible store.

Make your first drink/crack the first beer. Probably around 8. Watch TV, hang on the deck or in the hottub as friends start arriving.

Drink many more drinks (around 6-12 depending on the night) whilst playing poker, watching TV, listening to music, playing music etc. (or a combo).

Try and decide what bar to go to. Say fuck a LOT again.

Decide there's no point in trying to decide, and just call cabs anyhow.

Take FOREVER getting to the cabs, ensuring the drivers are pissed.

Get dropped off somewhere downtown.

Try and decide what bar to go to. Say fuck a LOT again.

Go wherever there's no line. It'll probably be a pub, or a patio if its summer. It will always be a place a whole lot of sitting and chatting can be done, perhaps with the chance at a dabble of dancing.

Buy drinks, in fact, buy so many that you must deliberately visit opposite ends of the bar (if there's only one) or go back and forth between all the bars there because if only one person serves you, they will think you are fucking NUTS.
They also are less likely to cut you off if only buy like 2 drinks from them, rather than triple, or maybe quadruple that.

Buy numerous rounds of shots, using the above technique.

Stumble out of the bar only after the lights turn on, loudly laughing at the hilariousness of what is going on. Go eat food. Streetmeat or pita's of some sort seem to be a standard.

Walk home whilst eating and recounting the funny shit that happened during the night, and perhaps finding new ways of describing how inebriated you are.

Get home, grab another drink, and pile into the hottub... Realize how much life fucking RULES EARTH.

Drink water, and conversate about ridiculous things, or the state of the world and politics.

Sleep as long as humanly possible. Wake up and curse out whoever stole all your money because there's "no way" you dropped 50, 60, 80, 120 bucks or whatever you spent that night.

Th'End.

Now the question: Are there that many other groups of 25 year olds guys like us???,

The majority being single, who hang out every weekend and throw it down in fashion that would make most college parties seem like family movie Sunday?

Do we really have far more fun than everyone else? Are "normal" 25 year olds really as drab as we assume?

Please give me some feedback... It's incredibly interesting to see what people think of us, and how they live themselves. A cultural jouney begins with you!