Time flies for bar flies.

Friday night we wound up kidless, and thought we would use the opportunity to slip on down to the Tavern for a couple of drinks. So with dinner finished, we headed out for a quiet evening. An hour later we were still there, Two hours later we were still there, Three hours later, one of our friends bought us a round. Four hours later another friend bought us another round. Somehow it was Saturday and we were still there. This would not be blogworthy if we were 15, 20, 25 years younger, but we arent, and haven't been in a bar that late in MANY years. Fun times, but we sure felt old later in the day. In other news, my wife decided to spring my Christmas present on me early. A snowblower. How cool be that? Just in time for possible snow for turkey day.