Why am I here, again?

bar

As I sit here at this once empty bar that filled up by 10 pm, I look around and think to myself, why am I here? I’m bored, it annoys me to be pushed around, the bartender is to busy and frustrated to give me the attention I need to get a very over priced drink. This is no longer fun for me.

I can hardly believe I spent so much of my youth at clubs, bars, lounges. Looking back what a waste of time that was. As parents say to their kids, nothing good comes from being out late and in these places. Sadly, they were right!

I will am not dwelling on the past, just making some observations. So happy I outgrew that phase, now I prefer a relaxing evening at home. How things change. Thank GOD!

Thankful, Grateful and Blessed!

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