I know I'm getting old, but SERIOUSLY!! Last night I took one of my friends, Suzie, downtown for her birthday. We started the night off "early", 6pm. This is normally the time that I am wrapping up dinner with the kids and getting ready for bath time, then bedtime is shortly after. I felt so liberated to be doing something "adult" and grown-up. We started off at a local pub for some beer and burgers. ***Let me take some time to give some props to Shoal Creek in Austin, TX for their awesome food and great service!!*** Anyways, time crept by, but we were having good conversation. Before we knew it, it was 7:30pm. In my mind, I'm thinking, "Cooper's bed time". We decided to leave and go downtown to a relatives bar. ***Props to Chris & Dirty Dog*** A band was performing there that night, so they were expecting a full house. Luckily we were on the "list" and was able to walk straight in. Gee, it is GOOD to know people in high places! We quickly grabbed the last 2 available bar stools. As we're sitting there, sipping on our Dos XX, we realize that the club isn't that full. Later we will come to the grim fact that, 8pm is still early for all of the "young un's". Then we began reminiscing about the fact that in college, we would work until 10pmish, go home, shower, get ready, then go out. Now, I am normally in Zzzzzzzz land by 9:30pm. When exactly did this happen? As we are discussing this youth we once had, we remembered "the time" I drove from College Station to San Marcos to get a ladybug tattoo with Suzie. It was quite a funny story, but not nearly as all of the "old, drunk" people we were watching. With that, we decided that we should go to the tattoo parlor. Now, keep in mind, we are NOT intoxicated in any way, just remembering "the days". My friend ended up getting a new tattoo, and I, being indecisive, decided I would just get my tattoos touched up and a piercing (upper ear.... I know, pretty boring!) Well, after the tattoo touch-ups and the excruciating pain... Apparently, my sense of pain has gotten stronger in old age, I decided to nix the idea of the piercing. We later returned to Dirty Dog and peopled watched for another hour. After way too many yawns, we decided to call it a night and went home!
I have heard that life begins at 30. I really hope this is true!!