“No” Permission

There was a moment around December 22nd where I said, “I really just don’t want to go out and drink anymore.” Maybe it is a sign of getting older. I dearly hope it isn’t some idea of “maturity.” I just really, really had enough. Enough food. Enough people. Enough — dare I say it — beer. The good times were great, don’t get me wrong, but I had my fill. There is so much pressure to enjoy while the enjoyment is there to be had. Go out because you’re in the city. Hit this party and hang with those people… Read more