The Old Hood

I love living in my new neighborhood...well technically its my old neighborhood since its where I grew up. Got a call from Trisha at about 8 last night to say she was celebrating completing her nursing school final yesterday and was at the bar down the block having a few beers. First of all, I forgot there was even a bar down the block (Note to self: Take advantage of KJ's $1.50 happy hour bottles more often), but I figured I'll go for one or two, why not? Walk over there, the place is dead we're all bullshitting and drinking. Little by little the place starts to get packed and EVERY face looks familiar as if the neighborhood never changed. I thought to myself, does it just happen to be that everybody from around here happened to come out tonight? Or do these people still come here every night like we never grew up? Then a big group of people walk in the place and suddenly I hear, "hey didn't you used to babysit me?" I thought oh god, oh god, don't let it be me...it was. Its frightening to know that kids you used to babysit for are old enough to be out drinking with you. Or am I too old to be out drinking?

Oh, and the one or two beers at 8pm? Yup, you guessed it, it turned into one too many. Stumbled home at 3am...but had a kick ass time!