I guess it all started in college. We would finish up our pre-break exams and head home for a long holiday weekend. The bars at home usually would have a liberal policy toward those of us who were underage at the time. It was a far, far simpler time and place. Bars packed with college and high-school aged kids all looking for a good time or some courage for the next day's sit-down with the extended family. Maybe you got to see some of your old high-school friends. Maybe you would hang with your new friends. But the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving was something that you would look forward to. A bold and epic night out on the town.
And then the years pass and the night suddenly loses all of it's former glamour. It finally happened for me a few years ago. I just grew tired of my favorite watering hole being overrun by children half my age for one awful night. And there comes a time when those of us well-versed in the language of the pub begin to refer to nights like this one as "Amateur Night". New Year's Eve and St. Patrick's Day are also fine examples of "Amateur Night". Those of us who have earned our professional standing in the sport of drinking eschew these nights out all together. A quiet night at home or a small gathering with friends is the preferred event.
I just wonder when it was that I got so old that a night out at the pub seems more like a chore than a good time.
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