May 14, 2005
I’m getting old; I just got back from a Minnesota Twins game, hung out and talked with my friend Travis, and made the following pizza:
Now I’m ready to collapse. Freshman year of college, I would be excited about the beginning of the night—I’d party until 3am, crash, wake up around 5pm Saturday, and do it all again the next night. Every evening, are we all doomed to retire into relative inactivity?