I'm aging. I'm officially a geezer, damnit a full 21 days before Geezer Day is due to arrive... how? why? you ask?
I was in bed and sound asleep by 8:30 pm on a Saturday night.
Sigh.
But I do have an excuse. I'd downed half a muscle relaxant mid-afternoon (I'm a cheap drunk) and it finally KO'd me by evening time. I didn't do it for recreational purposes - the pain in my neck had reached unbearable status and the lack of sleep this past week wore me down.
But -
I missed Big Mike's 40th birthday celebritory bar crawl.
Sometime during the night, my cell-phone rang, only in my stupor, I failed to make the connection that the noise I was hearing was my cell-phone wanting my attention. Instead my addled brain interpreted the stupid tune as my alarm clock and I pounded the top of the phone, like I would the button on the clock radio. A few seconds later I clued into the fact it was my phone, but the caller had hung up.
My voice mail, though, revealed I'd missed my dial-a-shot from the crawl. Damnit.
So, without further ado, here's a belated
You are now officially and adult.
