I went out last night to dinner with friends then to Golden Girls trivia night at a local bar. I had fun but looking around at the crowd I'm glad I'm not in that bar scene anymore.
I had two Old Fashioneds at dinner and a beer during the trivia game. It was just enough. I don’t like waking up fighting a hang over anymore. I’m too old for that. There was a time I’d have thought the world was coming to an end if I wasn’t out on "the scene." Now that idea is almost revolting. Being at home, snug in my sweats with good food, my dog Rufus, maybe some friends dropping by, waking up the next day well-rested and clear-headed, secure in where and who I am.
That’s the stuff right there.
