I hear you Danny Glover

Went on a little outing last night to La Bodeguita del Medio. It's a popular cuban bar near Old Town Square with live music on the weekends and salsa dancers to watch. The music is great as are the mojitos and daiquiri and if you're looking for a lively evening in Prague I would recommend it.

But at the same time last night was a strange echo of evenings spent at Santa Barbara bars with Krista or Courtney in tow where party buckets full of booze and long straws could be seen at other tables. While there were no party buckets there were 'classier' fish blow size mojitos at various tables with long straws. And while the crowd was not 20 something college students everyone there was pretty much acting as if they were. I was constantly looking around myself last night and laughing at how people don't change. At any age group people who are out looking for a good time basically all act the same way. Age is not a defining factor for stupidity.

So while I had a good time, next time I think I'll enjoy the music, dancing and drinks but leave an hour or two earlier because I am not interested in doing the things I did in my twenties. Namely drinking too much and staying up too late. And today in old lady fashion you probably think I'm displaying, I'm going to dinner and a movie to be in bed at a reasonable hour to get my beauty sleep.

So Lazy

I was too tired when I got home and I didn't go to dance class. Now I am lamenting wondering why I am so lazy. I blame it on being hungry. Ask Garren it makes me even more cranky than I usually am from just being tired. 

I could have gone. After I ate I felt better and I still had time to go, but by then I had it in my head not to go. And now I'm still tired, but I am putting off going to sleep and beating myself up for not getting the very limited weekly exercise which I actually enjoy.

Lazy nuala. Oh well. Tomorrow is another day. 

As a side note sometimes Willoughby actually looks like the cat above when he's sitting on the couch.