Last night I danced to Galway Girl with two Irish guys. I had the best intentions of getting to bed at a decent hour but that did not happen. I did eat pop corn at the bar though so that's a win. A 23 year old was trying to convince me to go home with him. He was quite persistent even though I flat out told him no multiple times. I even pulled a Murtaugh telling him "I'm to old for this shit."
A fun night even though I crawled into bed at 3 a.m. Apparently I'm not too old for some shit.