I went out last night with a handful of folks from work. I was easily the oldest ... probably by close to 10 years.
It was fun. I didn't bowl but turns out I could have. Everything was surprisingly accessible.
Afterward, some folks, me included, just sat around at a bar table in a pedestrian mall and talked. And talked and talked. I missed a lot but still enjoyed it. I had to leave because I was so tired. They were still going strong.
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