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Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Taking a Pass on Decadence
In fact, the last day I went out (not night, mind you, but day) was Friday. I found the music too loud and the crowds too tense and entirely too intent on having a Good Time with a capital G and T. I decided then and there that after I win the lottery (and after using some of the money to build myself a concrete home outside the city of New Orleans—but not too far—and my own personal theatre) I would open a French Quarter bar, with only show-tunes on the jukebox and a single television set for the occasional TCM feature and the annual Oscar-Emmy-Tony Awards broadcast.
My idea of a good time (lowercase g and t) has mellowed considerably. Constricted, even.
I am officially and irrevocably an old man now. A pawpaw. A codger. An old coot. A wizened wizard.
Damn. I gotta get me an old hound to start blaming for that.