Soooo many times I have been called old recently. Now it doesn't usually bother me, but for some reason recently it has reminded me of all the years I threw away gambling. I suppose now that I feel like I'm truly away from that time in my life, I can see the damage done. But one positive thing has come out of me being called old; I out-drink the kids (I really must stop referring to my friends that way), I'm normally out last (despite hating the music) and I'm up there with the Fajitas in terms of stamina.
I know that sounds really narcissistic, but I am loving it while it lasts! I'm entitled!
I can't wait to go to a party without ring of fire. Sigh.
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