Grownup: Go to bar.  Drink Guiness.
High school: Hang out at 24-hour Denny’s.  Eat pancakes.

Grownup: Have dinner with parental and sibling units.
High school: Have dinner with parental and sibling units, but less of a thrill; you eat with them every night of every week.

Grownup: Make cocktails.
High school: As a result of looking 12 years old, don’t even get carded in market checkout line--just laughed at.

Grownup: See cool, poorly distributed indie movie like City of God.
High school: Stuck in small town. Stuck in ‘80s.  See Short Circuit starring Ally Sheedy.

Grownup: Go on a pleasant hike using woodsy, gorgeous East Bay trail.
High school:  No hiking; lacking requisite inner peace.  Full of angst and turmoil.  Sit in room and listen to The Smiths.

Grownup: Do chores that improve home and car.  Feel good about oneself.
High school: Do chores that improve parental units’ home and car.  Feel tired; consider unionizing.

Grownup: Instant Message a friend who lives very far away, have fun conversation.
High school:  Internet not invented yet.* In order to “instant message,” must board plane, fly across country, commit breaking and entering, sneak up, yell loudly into friend’s ear: “Hello!  LOL!  How R U?”

*Emoticons only possible using elaborate paper mache constructs and felt markers.