The "Good Old Days"

This past weekend David and I attended the party of my good friend Holly (see bloglink at left since I didn't paste it in). It was a great gathering--a good mix of familiar folks and new faces. Of course, the occasion was her imminent departure to Missoula, which is bittersweet (not a bad job, and a reason to visit Montana). Another great feature of the gathering, prompted by the occasion, was the cleaning out of her alcohol collection. Someone's gotta do it. So David and I indulged in cocktails, he in gin and tonic, and I in that great pre-21 cocktail of rum and Coke. On the way home we were reminiscing a bit about the good old days when we drank and smoked. Today Slate has an article on why gays smoke, which kind of explains the "vice divide" of childless and childed. Wistful sigh. We didn't feel too bad the next day either.