Old-n-Tired
Sigh. I remember the days when a 2:30am bedtime wasn't such a big deal. I could get up in the morning and not feel like I'd been run over by a cement truck.
Not anymore, boy. Ug.
But last night's romp through the wilds of Jersey was quite amusing. I'm just glad I changed out of my work clothes, first....
Went to a road-house biker-bar to hang out with some old friends and hear a couple of 'em sit in with the band. What a hoot. And just about no one here at work can picture *me* at a biker-bar hangin' with the band. That's a good thing, right? (probably not) I really *like* bikers and musicians! But apparently, I now truly *look* like I hang out with lawyers and bankers. Ah well. Let's just say it adds to the mystique... LOL!
This weekend: The Beach! Wahoo!
Not anymore, boy. Ug.
But last night's romp through the wilds of Jersey was quite amusing. I'm just glad I changed out of my work clothes, first....
Went to a road-house biker-bar to hang out with some old friends and hear a couple of 'em sit in with the band. What a hoot. And just about no one here at work can picture *me* at a biker-bar hangin' with the band. That's a good thing, right? (probably not) I really *like* bikers and musicians! But apparently, I now truly *look* like I hang out with lawyers and bankers. Ah well. Let's just say it adds to the mystique... LOL!
This weekend: The Beach! Wahoo!