Matamucil Days Ahead?

While driving to dinner from the Dunes on Sunday night (after looking around the dancefloor and asking myself, "WFT?"), I mentioned to my friend Tom that I was having somewhat of an internal struggle between past party days and more quiet times with friends. Because visiting Saugatuck in the past has always been about crazy times at the Dunes and everywhere in between. Now, and especially this weekend, it was more about dinners with friends, desserts on the screened in porch and lazy afternoon pool parties. All of which is somewhat difficult for me to grasp as I feel as though my crazy days are slipping away and I'm getting old.

Is there something wrong with this evolution? Of course, most would say, "No." But, a small part of me thinks that with the passing of party days goes my youth. What's next, Metamucil days in Palm Springs?

Maybe my current state of mind will change. You should never say, "Never!" It's possible in a few months, especially next February and March in Sydney for Mardi Gras, my box dancing days will return. But for now, I'm happy and content with enjoying a sparkling bottle of water with friends on a rooftop in Chicago and picking out slabs of marble for our new home.