Growing Old Gracefully, or just Growing Old? Version 2.0

So, it's back to Miami and settling in to a "normal lifestyle". I guess I can call it that, but as anyone that's lived in Miami knows, it's not always that simple... This past weekend is a perfect example of Miami's effect on the "Normalacy" principles of science & social culture. It must have something to do with the humidity and the proximity of the Bermuda Triangle... So back to the original story, this weekend:

Friday morning, I get an invite to a Leaving Do for a friend at work. She's a great person with a big heart, and it seems her husband has gotten a job up north after years in Miami. I decide that I should go out and enjoy the evening as I don't have much else in the way of plans.

It's a quiet night at the local bar, down by the marina, or so I assume. First and foremost, it's the first time I'd ever been to this particular bar, and it reminds me of some of the various "dives" I've been to all over the place. The waitresses looked under-aged and the crowd was full of seniors, and I don't mean the ones in high school or college. As the night rolls on, the selection of music goes from "gratefully dead" to something I can remember from when I was still wearing diapers (no, really!). As the night progresses, it seems that I've drawn the attention of certain members of our party. I was rather flattered and it was certainly an ego boost. Life is so wonderful. Now just to resolve my objection to older women and I'm sorted. (o:

As I've not made a New Year's Resolution, I guess I have one now! (o:0

Questions, comments? You know where you can reach me to tell me just how off my rocker I am.