“Beer drinkers…and hell raisers, yeah…uh huh…baby don’t you wanna come with me?” – ZZ Top
I never used to miss Friday or Saturday night at the bar. Wednesday too - "Ladies Night", yanno. I smoked, drank a bit, cussed, and played pool with a Kool menthol lit and hanging from my lips. I danced, with girls, mostly, because the guys wouldn't dance, weaving our way through the smoke clouds as the cover band wailed Van Halen and the Stones. Got in a fight or two, tried to break up a few others. You forget you're five foot nothing and eighty five pounds soaking wet after a few Miller High Lifes. Marriage and motherhood changed things, for a while. The kids got older, I went back now and again for a night out with the girls. It wasn't the same anymore, made me wonder why I ever enjoyed all that nonsense. Did I grow up? Or did I just get old?