I went to a house party the other day (with a bag of records, but that's besides the point) and really, really felt old. The other partygoers weren't particularly that much younger than me, though. What made me feel old was a pair of kids who were rolling for the first time. My hedonistic days are mostly behind me. Now, instead of pills and sweaty mindless dancing, I choose wine (or beer or whiskey) and conversation. How the mighty have fallen...