I went out with Tryon, Katie and Roy the day after Thanksgiving, a Black Friday traditional gathering since we were coming home from college for Thanksgiving break. It was great, actually, the major difference over the last ten or so years is that now we can stop by one of the few places in Montclair with a liquor license after dinner.
“I think I still owe you some money from the Pixies show.” I said to Roy when our bill came.
“Or do I owe you from Comic Con?” Roy asked.
Getting older is totally optional.