So, after an eleven hour day at work I went down to our neighborhood pub with my wife for dinner. I was non pulsed to find my son already pulled up to the bar. Ah, to be 21 again.
4 Pints, 3 shots and 2 007s later, I have come to one indisputable conclusion...
I am no longer 21.
At 21 we could drink all night (and when I was 21, the drinking age was still 18, so I had been legally practicing for 3 years.)
At 21 we could game all night. Start gaming at 6pm and game right thru to 6am - the unwritten rule with our parents was no sleeping - when you had to sleep, you went home to your own bed.
At 21 I had no bills. My money went to gaming, booze and snacks - mostly in that order. The world was care free.
At 21 Led Zep and Pink Floyd defined my life. These days, my life is defined by counting the days down to my retirement.
At 21, I gamed nearly every moment I could squeeze in. These days, work interferes more often than it has a right to.
Maybe if I'm lucky, in less than a year I can be 21 again...
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