food for thought

Sign you might be getting old:

You go on an exotic trip across the world to experience some different cultures for a couple weeks, and when you get back, instead of telling your friends about all the amazing things you saw, and people you met, and the ideas they gave you, you go on and on and on about the food you ate and how delicious it was and how much you consumed and how big the servings were and what the wine was like and how it was prepared and what it cost you and how "you just have to go there..."

Priorities: a discussion between a young and an old man

As a man gets older, his priorities change.
Apparently.

I took a cab out to the end of Federal Road to pick up a friend's car today. I hailed it outside the post office, about a half hour's walk from the destination. I could have walked it. It probably would have been nice and relaxing on this sunny day. But I had no energy.

A nice old French man, who must have celebrated his 60th birthday years ago, picked me up. I always just end up yapping away when I get a nice cabbie.

"I think I would have liked to walk this... but I don't know, man. I'm so dead. The last two weeks, I've been so tired," I said.
"You need a vacation from your vacation, eh?" he joked.
"No, no. Just a vacation."
"Okay."
"Not even a vacation. Just a week , man. A week with a girl, a hammock, a beer, and a beach. Shit, I don't even need a beach. Just a girl and a hammock. And a beer."
The old man chuckled.
"What?"
"At my age, the order changes completely."
"Really?"
"Yeah," he said. "I need the ocean, first. I need to have the ocean. Then the hammock would be nice. Then beer. And then a girl."
"You've had enough girls, eh?"
"Well, when you're 60, a girl is not much use to you."

Well played, good sir.

60-year old man's idea of a hot, steamy, one-night stand?

And yes, I do need a week. But I'd settle for a weekend, at this point. Even a 60-year old man's idea of a one-night stand, actually.

Herbiberous