The Old Guy

OK, I stayed out too late at an SKS meeting, and now I'm too fried to write much, especially this close to midnight.

I noticed something tonight. I was in a wine bar in Chapel Hill, and I was looking around at the band, the wait staff, the guy behind the bar, the people I was hanging out with, and was thinking that this looked like a fun, energetic place, and then it dawned on me: I was the oldest person in the whole place. Maybe this shouldn't surprise me: a bar in a college town, duh, of course it's full of young people. But always before there was always some grey-haired biker or balding drunk at the bar to make me feel middle of the road in age. No longer. Now I'm the old one. And I'm only thirty-six.