Aged

Heading up to State College, PA this weekend with a buddy to visit his folks and drink in a college town. We head up there 2 or 3 times a year and each time it becomes more and more obvious that we are not in college, and have not been very a good while.

The first time we went drinking there a few years back somebody asked us if we were alumni. We were just sitting in a bar consuming a case of Rolling Rock pony bottles but I guess it was evident even then. At least in that instance there was a measure of uncertainty when asked. These days there is no question that we are in fact old and not in school. The delusion of sustained youth...

Anyway, this weekend I'm going to pretend to be a professor. Gotta find some tweed.