“Those were the days my friend
We thought they’d never end
We’d sing and dance forever and a day
We’d live the life we choose
We’d fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way.”
Mary Hopkins

I relieved a remnant of my former life on Saturday. A life where I was always at someone’s house and there was always a party. A life where me and whoever I was with were a vital part of the activities. A life where other guys are uncomfortable with us even though there are more women than men in the room. A life where I look around and see someone I slept with in the past. A life where I try to make conversation with strange dudes, but the energy is so wack I just go find my ace…and later he says the same thing. I used to not go to sleep until 4 the next morning all the time. It feels good to stay out and not want the party to end. Especially when we play a whole bunch of old school music…and there’s drinks. These are the nights you find yourself going somewhere at 2 a.m. and you’re not sure why. Considering that I haven’t been on roller skates since before middle school and I can’t even remember being any good…it’s kind of wild to think that I was all for it. But that’s not it…I was for the energy. I was for continuing the good time. Plus it never hurts when the men are single and outnumbered 3 to 1. It’s especially better when 3 of the dudes leave early on. Luckily the skating rink closed at 2 so we missed out on that and had to end out at a diner nearby. I missed those intellectual conversations with good looking women at 3 in the morning when there are 4 ladies and just me and my ace left to ask and hear the responses. If I ever was the man…I still am…I just don’t get into as many big groups that know it anymore. I tend to go to events where the host knows my dominance, but the audience is the new circuit of college kids and working stiffs who just found out about this place. The D.J. knows me, but the bartender is new. The band knows me, but the crowd claps with unfamiliar politeness. It’s good to be the King…again. Now I just need someone else to have a party. My ace thanked me for making him go. I’m sure he missed that feeling as well. I just keep thinking “Let’s do it Again”.