Yesterday in San Marcos Cass and I attended a Texas Swing Festival that included honorary inductions into the Texas Swing Hall of Fame (Texas shaped plaques).  The average age of the musicians, as well as those in attendance, was somewhere around 75.  Many of the musicians were in their 80s.  They pulled a 95 year old drummer out of a nursing home to play.  95!  He flipped one of his sticks into the air and caught it mid-song!  95!  We left before the event ended cuz we were tired and couldn't keep up with the dinosaurs.  Ninety Five!  The drums!

I made several trips to the bathroom (when your girlfriend's ex-aunt in-law's boyfriend is keeping the rounds coming, well, then yea) where I usually encountered four cowboy hatted/gray haired/cowboy booted/button up shirted 80 year old guys occupying the stalls and one open stall for my long brown haired T-shirted self.  You never can predict the amusing situations you will find yourself in when you wake up in the morning.