you know you are getting old (gasp!) when you stop heading to the most happening drinking hole in town on a friday night. oh ageing is so cruel! i love seafood to the max and i bet my cholestral level jumped a few folds that night. when was the last time you sat on a swing and stop to smell the flowers? 
i just did.
we ended up at a drinking hole way off town with a bunch of really entertaining and great friends. it’s a great way to wind down from the week’s worth of work. just how much is it worth to put yourself out there in a relationship? some said that ego got in the way. some said that that is the best thing they have ever done.
for me, i guess being lucky says it all. how apt (is the song)? lucky to have been what i have been. lucky to have stayed where we have stayed.
p/s: martini is the way to go. i couldn’t feel my face for a while.
