Last evening was karaoke night at the local watering hole. It's a time when the young and middle-aged imbibers make a grand ass of themselves, and we of the AARP generation look on with envious amusement.I watched the pretty girls take their turn at the mike as the horny wannabe studs whistled their lust. A couple of the ladies brought their lovely selves to my table, with one even borrowing my Dark Side of the Moon ball cap for her performance. I would gladly have allowed her to take my Pink Floyd shirt if she would have given me her pretty blouse and a peek at the contents thereof. It had been a while since fingers like hers went through my thinning locks. She placed a little kiss atop my head and suddenly I was as horny as the thirty-somethings; probably more so.
I stayed only a couple of hours; too much high culture isn't a good thing. Anyway, I was feeling the few beers I drank, so I stopped at a friends house for a bit of socializing. I think she has talked me into getting the tattoo. She was proudly showing her first one, and I must say, it is lovely. I will muse on it a bit more. I know what I want; just making up my mind to do it...
A couple of delightful hours at her trailer home, then back to the same old Flickr. I capped the evening with a toddy of brandy and writing and answering emails.
A very good day indeed.
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