Another night like last night and I'll be dead anyway. I'm far too old for that kind of thing. All that is causing me to develop a decided dislike for clocks, calendars, and perky young women who call me, "sir."
I think the wives will let us go back to gambling on pool after last night though...a herd of drunken middle-aged men standing in the parking lot smoking tobacco and other odd substances is not how they'd like to envision us. I think they got really disgusted when we started comparing bellies.