When did I get so old? My brother convinced me to stop at the bar on the way home from work. The place was packed, standing room only, and I was quickly aggravated with standing in the aisle getting jostled. We still hadn't managed to work our way through the crowd to the barmaid to get a drink. I told my brother to have fun, enjoy the band (the drummer was a buddy of his), I was going home. He talked me into having a beer with him and then he would walk home with me and change etc. before going back out.
It was tempting to go back out with him after I had a chance to go home, eat, change, and freshen up. But I really just want to relax by the fire in my jammies, with my afghan and my Kindle.