Too Old For This S***

So, to celebrate passing the bar (and somebody's B-Day) a few folks from work and I went a-bar hopping. If Sea Galley counts as a bar. (Any place that feeds Sheavon $2 Cosmos for 3 hours counts as a bar in my book...) 4 bars and about 8 hours later, I rolled home around 3 am. That time period between bar time and when I open my eyes on a Sunday morning seems to becoming shorter faster then daylight hours in Anchorage.

Blech...