I'm Going Back To College and I'm Taking My Friends with Me

Yes folks, this Saturday I am going to be in college again.  I am going to put strangely colored streaks in my hair, wear inappropriately tight and short clothing, and drink my face off while listening to music too loud and dancing too late into the night. 
I might wear fishnet stockings and basement boots (those boots that you cared just little enough about that you didn't mind wearing them in 2 inches worth of spilled beer and grime). 
I'll probably scream in my friends' ears and sing off-key; I'll definitely eat unhealthy food and fall victim to a very *un*healthy dose of secondhand smoke.
With any luck, my husband and friends will be just as depraved as I plan on being.  I'm pretty sure they'll play along.
The best part is, come Sunday we won't need to do any homework because we are going to wake up adults, wash the fake dye out of our hair (hopefully), and drive home from Houston - probably hungover - after seeing Flogging Molly at the House of Blues Saturday night.  
I'm not sure I'll get anyone else to do the green streaks in the hair, seeing as they all have much more important and serious jobs than I do, but I'm pretty sure I won't be alone in the rest of it. 

Here is how I know I've grown up and passed the point of no return - I just spent a few hours searching the internet for two things:

1.) A restaurant to have dinner beforehand
2.) A museum we might want to visit while we are there because the King Tut exhibit is in town

The restaurant part isn't so bad - I mean we all need to eat and we want to find a good deal for pre-gaming.  This is no real departure from the good old days of slamming a bunch of beers at home before hitting the bar so that we could spend less on overpriced bartended booze. 
 The museum I'm not ashamed of - there's no harm in looking for some culture when you go to a big city like Houston.  It's just proof that the party isn't the sole purpose of the weekend anymore - and it's always a little alarming when you get slapped in the face with that realization out of nowhere, when you genuinely thought you were planning a weekend centered around nothing more than fitting in with a bunch of Irish punk rockers.