My wife and I have been try to get out of town on our own for a weekend for the last five months. Due to the seasonal busy times of my job, it's been tough, and we've scrapped a few weekends at the last minute.
Well, it finally all came together this weekend! She's been sick for the last five days, and our daughter was sick last weekend. I had all but written it off (didn't even look for lodging until 10:30 last night). My parents live about an hour away and my mom is watching Claire for us. So, we're in Santa Fe for the weekend, and...
...my youth is officially over. It's 10:53; my wife is passed out and I'm fading quickly. Dinner was great; the cocktails were great. We had a wonderful evening, and now I can't wait to go to sleep.
While our itinerary still includes visiting the bars we love (or read good things about), our nights are wrapping up more in line with the blue haired set than the, well, Blue Haired set. Of course, Santa Fe only has one of those, and they have them in spades. The average age is probably farther from 30 that it is from Paleolithic. Still, I should be carrying the torch, not lying in bed, tapping away on an iPad!
When did this happen? I mean, I'm only 31...oh sh!t! I'm 41!?!?! Seriously? Now I'm acting like I'm 61.
Now, get off my lawn!