Curses of the Zero Hangover

Ever since I started hiking regularly, I've slowed down a lot in the drinking arena. So much so that I'm actually losing touch with my best friend and my sister. It's a bit sad to see how much certain relationship revolve around drinking. Although with those two I'm not entirely that worried. Brian has been through crazier phases of my life with me, we'll find some common ground again somewhere. With my sister, I've always known our friendship as hangout buddies would be numbered. She's simply always been too high maintenance for me, and I've always known it would be a matter of time before I get tired of her particular party style... I get tired of hearing I might be underdressed for some place she wants to go to, and I get even more tired of hearing her talk about her trip to my favorite dive bar like it's a field trip.
I'm becoming one of those boring people that stays home on Friday nights...but I have to say, waking up on Saturday without a hangover is nice. But you know what, waking up on Saturday at 6 in the morning and feeling like bouncing off the walls is a bit sick by my standards. I'll bet the worms on the trail will be like, "Hey can you shut the fuck up!? It's still early, I need my beauty sleep."
Gah! It was pouring last night and even now the weather looks unhappy. I hope the trails will not be too slick.