Entrophy

I know I've reached a certain age when I get an email from a friend suggesting going out to a club for a "bikini party" (it's alleged that ladies would be bikini clad, not us... just to be clear...) on a Tuesday night after 9pm and I immediately discount the idea as waaaaay too late for me on a work night.

It helps that I got the email the day after said event, at least according to the URL I was sent.

It's not like I don't feel that "certain age" anyway, what with the sore limbs and whatnot. Bah.

Ah well. I'm prepared. I have one of those heavy Irish walking sticks (a shillelagh) that I can wave at those kids to "git offa mah lawn"!

If... um... I had a lawn.