I was reminded, once again, that I don't bounce back like I did when I was 25.
But I bounce back better.
SWMBO is visiting her parents on Long Island, this week, so Inky and Finn and I are left to our own devices.
( I'm not offering her absence as an excuse for what happened on Saturday, but simply an explanation for why she wasn't in the middle of the shenanigans.)
It was a tough afternoon for docking, so when I saw Wheelin' n Dealin' approaching her slip on the
Bud Light. In cans.
I raced to Whiskeyjack to grab some Brava. In bottles. I smirked at their choice of over-priced watered down mass-market training beer, they smirked at my choice of full-bodied cheap beer. Young buck-old fart cultural differences. We argued about beer, docking, sailing versus powerboating. As the shadows lengthened we ordered pizza. Another disagreement on where to order from, but Harbour Pizza* won out because a) they will deliver to the dock, and none of us were driving anywhere and b) I had the number on speed dial on my phone.
A good time was had by all.
There are rumours of photos of your scribe lying prone on the dock, unable to function. I cannot confirm or deny.
There are some parts of the evening I don't remember. I DO have to remember that I cannot drink like I am 25 anymore, and I shouldn't try to keep up with the 25 year olds...
Because I don't feel 25 the next morning.
I woke up with sweater-covered teeth, a brain that was threatening to break out of my skull, and mild embarrassment at being so immature. After a quick glimpse in a mirror to make sure I don't have any new tattoos or piercings, quick headcount to ensure that both dogs were present and a silent vow, again, to never do that again, I climbed onto the dock and squinted into the sun.
Yep, I am not as young as I used to be... but I'm better. I think.
After a wake-up cup of coffee to clear the cobwebs, however, I did pull together a survivor's breakfast of "hair of the dog" cinnamon-rum french toast with homemade cinnamon bread and peameal bacon. Served six. With two burners, two square feet of counter space and a two cubic ft. icebox.
I couldn't do that when I was 25.
*As seen on the Good Grub List. Best pizza in town. I don't care what James thinks.
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