turning in my keys

lets chat about this.

it may be a sign of the times.  

my times.

my late, end of the road 20's times.

but im hangin up my dancin shoes.

no more nights downtown, kids.

and yes, i mean kids.

im old.

and unimpressed with how UNstinkinFUN your crowd is.  

 re-cap:

dude:  woah!  why didnt you tell me youre an 8!? 

i would have let you push up to the bar earlier.

me: ok thanks.

dude: WOAH!  your friend is an 8.1!

me: (in my head)  REALLY?  

did you just try to compliment me and then insult me all in about 8.6 seconds.  

you sir, are about a 4. 

thanks for playing.