I think I have finally hit the age to where my recovery time from binge drinking is now quite lengthy and somewhat miserable. Remember the good ole days of closing down a bar on Wednesday and Thursday nights and having no trouble getting to work the next morning? Friday and Saturday nights often lasted till dawn. There was the unwritten rule between you and your friends that nobody was to be disturbed before the hour of noon…then came children…The awesome spectacle of bringing a life into this world is truly amazing. As amazing as it may be, the Gods do not give life without a sacrifice. The sacrifice that they demand is a life for a life. You get beautiful children, the Gods get your free wheelin’, binge drinkin’, late sleepin’ party life. Of course we are all happy to make this sacrifice to the Gods because the reward easily outweighs anything we give up…However, now and then the Gods show mercy and we are awarded the opportunity to relive that free wheelin’ life. When we are given this chance to step back in time as it were, we often think that we can pick up and party like we used to…oh but we are abruptly brought back to reality the next morning…after this morning I can tell you that I am not looking forward to my next trip to the past anytime soon…