Another problem with being a party-goer

Behave yourself tonight,
and please don’t embarrass us.

But five drinks in
I'm tumbling backwards
setting the clock for 17 again.

A non-smoker cadging cigs,
swallowing shot glasses
then another pint,
swapping party anthems
for Springsteen and Motorhead,
I air guitar my way to the
wrong side of another day.

Her gun metal frown
was one step in front, crosshaired
and ready to take the head-shot,
banging on the bathroom door.
My reflection leaned towards me
and smiled, hollow-eyed.

Hello love, having a gud time?

Get in the car we're going home.

Two miles in
I'm 56 again
snoring in the passenger seat.
with a cold chill approaching from the east.