10:00pm: T-2 hours. A beer maybe? Maybe at the Wilde Rover. Everyone's asleep. Not even the dog is stirring.

11:35pm: Herding Cats are playing. Rock on. Apparently their drummer tried out for Oasis and just missed out. Order a beer. Settle up the tab. Let the bar tender know that he served me the last beer of my third decade. “A shot? It's on me.” No thanks…

I dunno why this event has bothered me as much as it has. It's just a zero duration point in time. A milestone. Maybe it's just that the notion of my mortality is finally coming home to roost.

12:01am: Tick Tock.