Last night I went out to see a friend spin at a club in DC and I realized that, wow, I am freaking old because:
1. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been to a club or a show.
b. I had to take a nap because things didn’t start until 10pm.
III. Even though I essentially held up the wall most of the night, I was still way tired by about 1.
It was a good time and I even got to see Pinger Matt for the first time in a year, but at 31, I think I’m pretty well ready to defer myself to old fogey status. Don’t get me wrong — I’ve never been a big club-goer, but I would see a few shows a year. These days, it’s one a year, if I’m lucky.
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