"My toxic trait is telling people
I'm down for anything when in
reality I mean not after 8 pm,
food should be involved, and it
also depends on the weather, the
parking situation, and how tired
I am." Teacher Nation
Make that 7 p.m. and I could've
written this myself. I suppose
it's completely natural for all of
us to look back at our younger
selves and remark on those many
changes.
I actually had my first drink
when I came to the US at the
age of 37. So, there I was just
learning to drink when my
peers were most likely already
tapering off.
I have to laugh at myself. I'm
only down for partying, as it
were, a couple of times a week.
My friends will gladly tell on
me that I enjoy myself until I
don't and then I simply go lie
down. Crazy!
All told, I love being 73 instead
of 37. I get a kick out of looking
back and seeing what was vs.
what is. I like memory hunting,
as I tend to think of it. And, tales
told out of school with my peers
are absolutely hilarious.
So, in order to honor the above
curfew, mimosas must be had at
brunch and the odd beer or margs,
early afternoon.
Come on over for a cold one.
Just know I'll be leaving the
party when I'm tired.
Salud!
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