It's Not A Bender, It's A Lifestyle.

I turn 45 in a few days. I suppose this is some sort of milestone on the (hopefully) long road to death, but I'm not really making a big deal of it and don't feel like it really IS a big deal. I certainly don't fit the normal societal "norm" of a 45-year-old. No house. No debt. No wife. No kids. Not even a fucking cat. No worries? Not quite, but about as damn near as you're allowed to be in this society at my age. I'm supposed to be the "responsible adult", fit that BS stereotype. Instead I've done about as much as possible in life to shun responsibility, personal or otherwise. When it comes down to it, I don't want a lot of responsibility. Responsibility equals commitments and time and stress and diminished personal freedom. I guess, in short, that I just wanna have fun, like Cindy Lauper. Is that shallow? Am I immature? Or am I one of the lucky few who has this "life" shit figured out? Vegas the last 3 years has proba...

Ok, so I'm getting in Vegas pool shape by the time I...get to Vegas in July. Because, as in the above completely realistic and "sure this happens every day" ad photo by NYNY, I want to frolic with multi-cultural in-shape people while apparently laughing at the funniest joke ever told or having a seizure; whatever it is they're doing, I want in. Also, fedora. In the pool. That will happen. No, really though, I need to get in shape for health reasons anyway (borderline diabetes and basic chubbiness), and the fact that I will be arriving during literally the hottest time of the year (historical average high temp, 105) will see me wanting to get me some pool on. And I don't want to be the token fat, old guy at the pool. Well, I have no choice about the old part, but at least I can be svelte. Plus, wearing a fedora takes 10 years off of you. True story. I've been a little disgusted for a while now by my diet anyway, and eating healthier will not only be a...