Go Darke

My wife and me went on our first date ten years ago this week. Asian Fusion-esque, we sat upstairs, I’m pretty sure I had the Pad thai.

It goes by pretty quick. Which is me paraphrasing Ferris Buehler.

This morning I woke up at 5am and primed my day by watching an hour of Doc McStuffins with the four year old.

How the mighty have fallen.

A far cry from the glory days when we decided (whimsically) to go watch Mötley Crüe at Madison Square gardens social media gleefully reminds us.

The support act was Alice Cooper! The night before we’d watched the Rangers beat Minnesota after being three goals down at the same venue. Tommy Lee played the drums upside down.

Not that I would trade places with Joey of old. Although that previous version of me was still quite lean and sprightly, with disposable income… attributes I do miss.

With about the same number of follicles on my cranium that I have now… I did however pluck an errant hair sprouting from my ear last week. So growth.

Of a kind.

Truthfully it was quite traumatic. Like some watershed, Rubicon moment. A prominent milestone that proclaimed unto the world that I was getting on in years.

Okay… there was a brief moment when I thought about letting grow… and then I could twirl it between thumb and forefinger while I sat ruminating the mechanics of the universe.

But then I banished the thought and yanked that sucker. ‘Holy cow, check out the root on this thing’.

The consort was however not impressed with my attempt at ‘show and tell’.

After ten years they are less amused by your eccentricities.