I'm getting old.

I don't go out for a beer very often anymore, but last Thursday I walked around the corner to a little neighborhood bar called Good Hurt to check the place out. It didn't take me long to realize that I was the oldest person in the bar by a good 6-8 years.I'm pretty much invisible when I'm in a place like this. The old guy in a t-shirt and jeans on the other end of the bar, watching the festivities. But I hung out for awhile, drinkin' my beers, enjoying the sociological show.

I may be older, but I'm wiser and I can hold my liquor, which is more than I can say for the young whippersnappers there that night.