In my last post, I alluded to feeling a little old. In that I deliberately pointed out the age of someone younger than myself. You just don’t do that unless you’re a *little* bit jealous, after all – of their youth and their accomplishment of almost beating you in a fairly meaningless short track race.
Ahem. Where was I?
Oh, yes. So tonight I figured out that I’m old.
(A) I attended a book-club meeeting.
(B) The book club meeting was combined with a dinner party.
(C) I criticized the host’s preparation of pizza dough and attempted to deliver a lecture on baker’s yeast and gluten to my friends.
(D) I drank nothing but (red) wine, and none of the available beer.
(E) This constituted a pretty wild night for me, these days.
AARP, here I come.