I am old...very very very old. That's a fact. And that fact was brought home quite resoundingly last Tuesday night. As you might know, it was our Remy's 30th birthday that day. She requested an early dinner here, and then she and her
all legal friends would be going to SONO (yup, Norwalk, CT's equivalent of NYC's SOHO - and Columbia, MO's equivalent of COMO, but that's another tale) to really celebrate.
Fast forward to 12 midnight. Everyone was still here. Celebrating in 30 year oldish style. Unfortunately I was celebrating right along with them. (So was GB.) 30 year oldish style means that those young whipper-snappers can handle the lack of sleep along with a bit too much partying
and having to go to work the next morning quite well. We old folks? Not so much. (sigh)
(Did I tell you my youngest, Brynnly's birthday is the 26th? I'm in trouble...again!)
P.S. Photo was taken in Missouri this past April. It has nothing to do with this post. (Really??)