The Joys of Getting Older 2
I called my grandfather to wish him a Happy New Year. My grandmother died a few years ago, and sometimes I worry about the man, he’s turning 95 next month after all. So out of love and concern I dutifully call with the hopes of keeping him company with a nice long chat. Our conversation proceeded as follows:
“Hi Gramps! Its your eldest grandson.”
“Hello Barbara! So good to hear from you, you’re my favorite after all.”
“No, Grandpa it’s…., (oh, its pointless), I’m just calling to wish you a Happy New Year!”
“Oh, thank you, and you too. Have a good time tonight. Bye, I’ve got a date.”
And then he hung up.
But the man knows what’s up, apparently he’s got some young little hottie back at the senior center, she’s 76 and it’s causing quite the stir down in Fort Lauderdale. And apparently I’ve got those genes, ‘cause the party only seems to get better, the older I get. Granted, my grandfather throws down with the Yiddish folk tunes and not the nasty breaks, but its looking like I’ve got quite a few parties left it me yet. True, its getting harder to stay up past midnite and easier to wake up before dawn, but that just works out fine for the Breakfast of Champions, and it just gets better with age. Maybe wisdom really is knowing when to take your vitamins. It was my favorite BoC yet, and I have you all to thank for it. The word around the SC corral is that most peeps feel the same way. So on behalf of all of the Space Cowboys let me say thank you to the crew at Whisper, to the dj’s who rocked the house, but most of all to all to you, the peeps that came out and make that party what it is.
Happy New Year!
-pk.
Comments
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Last year the BoC was by far my favorite party of the year, and honestly I wasn't expecting the second time around to have the same thrill. But it was better. Perfect, one might say. There's just nothing like it. Thanks so much!
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and a big thanks to the weather. damn it was nice without the rain.
