Aspen. My winter vacation town. Even without Internet or Guinness, it still has charm. And now that the train wreck has been cleared, the internet AND Guinness restored, well… things are getting back on track.

Went out last night, to my new favorite Aspen hang out. Bentley’s. While not quite an Irish pub, at least the bartender’s don’t threaten their patrons, like some other local crappy pseudo-Irish bar does. Oh yeah… Congratulations McStorlie’s! For running out of Guinness for over three days AND basically being a bunch of shitheads, this GFY award is for you!

But that isn’t really the point of this rant. No. I am actually ranting against… old age. Mine. You see, every night that I’ve gone out in Aspen, I’ve been in bed before most fifth graders are. 9 PM is usually lights out. I’m only 36, for crying out loud!!!! It’s sad. It sucks… But it’s true. Tonight I was determined to stay out “late” and made it all the way until… 10:30! The music was so loud I had to shout until I was hoarse, and I just stopped having fun.

Ugh, There is absolutely nothing appealing about getting older… Depends and Geritol are just around the corner.

I might have to give myself a GFY award!

Author: frenchy