Last Call

The thing about my tavern is quite simply put, this:

- If you are a young man, you can get drunk.
- If you are an old man, you can chat up lovely young women.
- If you are a middle aged man, you can get drunk and chat up lovely young women.

Nothing spectacularly great, goony, or goofy occurred last night, so I've not much more to talk about other than the above realization, which did indeed dawn on me yesterday whilst there. Too bad, perhaps drunken tomfoolery shall ensue tonight.