Taking NY out of the Boy?

I'm back from upstate NY and sitting in my office...I really don't want to be here right now. First off, I woke up at 4:45 to catch my 6:15 flight back and its catching up to me...back in the day, I'd be hitting the pillow ~4:45, now I'm getting up at that time to catch a flight...when did I grow up? Or have I? On the outside it sometimes appears that I have, but then again, I just spent the weekend in NY asking if I could borrow my parent’s car to meet up with some High School friends. Have 15 years really passed? In 15 more I'll be 47...holy fucking shit! I need to start figuring this life thing out...where's my big house, my boat, my long-term relationship, my independence from the Man? And then my boss emails me to update a document...first off...do it your freaking self you lazy fuck...secondarily, there is no need to update the doc, it was done correctly the first time...ok, sorry, I digress…I think my 5 days in New York has brought back my 'NY angst'...dropping the F-bomb up there is just commonplace...its true, you can take the boy out of NY, but you can’t take NY out of the boy.