Last weekend was truly a life altering one for this writer.

I was privileged enough to take part in not one, but two special events that opened my eyes to the world around me in a new way.

The first event was the wedding of one of my longtime friends, whom I have known since high school.

True, weddings happen all the time, but this was the first one I have attended in which someone I grew up with was the one getting married.

Just entering the church doors gave me a small case of goosebumps because I realized that this thing was actually going to take place.

Now, my friend Katie was the bride, and she married a really great guy named Ted, so the person she was marrying wasn't the issue.

It was that someone my own age could now officially be called an adult in every sense of the word kind of gave me the heebie-jeebies.

As I sat surrounded by friends in the back row of the church, I felt the goosebumps again.

But I also felt something new, something strange:

I felt like I was growing up.

This whole "growing up" concept was and is completely new to me.

I'm the kind of guy that likes to make people laugh and have a good time all the time.

I go to classes only because I have to, and if there were a job out there that required nothing but partying and goofing off, I would be the first in line with my résumé and a six pack.

But seeing everyone getting emotional in their suits and dresses made me rethink my whole concept of being a college senior.

Is it really time to put all of this partying behind me?

Is it time to start taking it easy and staying home on the weekends to play board games instead of going out and getting blitzed with friends?

Then the second event of the weekend took place: the wedding reception.

As you can imagine, everyone from the wedding was there. The ages ranged from 3 to probably 70 years old and included friends of the bride, the groom and their families.

After checking into the hotel, there was a brief gathering in the upstairs lounge where everyone had cocktails and hors d'oeuvres; once again, very adult in fashion.

Friends who recently graduated were talking about their jobs, while others talked about graduating and where they were looking for employment.

But as the night went on and dinner was served in the banquet hall, I noticed a new feeling coming on: inebriation.

And it wasn't just me who was feeling kinda loopy.

It was practically everyone in the damn room. Sure, there were some children and seniors who weren't hitting up the open bar like moths to a flame, but for the most part, the bubbly was flowing like rhymes out of Jay-Z's mouth.

The dance floor opened up, and within an hour, it was filled with people of all ages doing what I suppose could be called "dancing," but for the most part, it was just a bunch of random movements put to a beat.

I fault the champagne and the Manhattans.

The hotel we were in also had those big glass elevators that let you see everything that's going on inside.

So as I was making my way back from escorting a friend to her room, I could see an older couple making out inside of an elevator as it was making its way up to the fourth floor. Now when I say making out, I mean it. These two looked like one of them had just gotten out of prison and was seeing the other for the first time in five years, and these two were at least in their mid 40s.

And that's when it dawned on me:

Life doesn't end after college, and the truth is that "adults" act just like we do under certain circumstances.

I just hope that when I'm in my 40s, some kid sees me getting some action in an elevator and gets grossed out just like I did last weekend.