We (and by we, I mean me and probably many of you) are at a very peculiar age. It’s an age where I look at my driver’s license (usually when I’m being carded) and cock my head to the side, because I realize I’m a lot older than I feel I am. This feeling is usually abruptly interrupted by the moments when you realize how young you actually are, usually by being schooled by someone much older. Which is good, because we all need teachable moments. I learned a lesson so valuable the other night, that I would cock my head to the side until I broke my damn neck, just to make sure I never forget it.
A friend and former co-worker is getting married this weekend. He had a bachelor get-together, which falls somewhere between just another night and a bachelor party… Continue reading
