Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Cobwebs

A walk around Calistoga this morning. Coffee. Ibuprofen. Attempts at removing this ax I have lodged in the middle of my forehead. You see, turning Fifty only happens once every Fifty years: Best celebrated with a couple of good friends at a classy Inn while drinking a few wheat ales washed down with single malt Scotch. The good stuff.

Fun. But I'm happy turning Fifty only happens once. At least no ribs were broken during the celebration.

2 comments:

lph said...

Allan,

The day after my 50th last year I laid around the house all day. My wife was an angel and let me rest my old head. I tried to party like I was 30 and I paid dearly for it. Don't believe I have even come close to that much imbibing since.

Glad you enjoyed your day...

greentangle said...

Welcome to the 2nd half century--it's all cobwebs from here on out. ;-)