When I was 23, I lived just north of Seattle and went to Ballard and Capitol Hill three or four nights a week. We got there at 7 and left at 3. I was young, carefree, alive (and in denial. But here are my thoughts when I go out past 730pm six years later:

“I’m tired.”

“This cover charge is highway robbery!”

“Damn this music is loud.”

“Hope the dog is okay...”

“I don’t understand this young people music...”

[A few song later]

“Wow, this is pretty good! But I still don’t get it...”

“Damn that female sure is attractive... Did I leave the oven on?”

“I better take it easy. I’ve already had two whole beers!”

In case you all needed more confirmation in lameness.