El Camino Real

Last night Jen and I went out and celebrated a night of not being tied to putting Liam to bed. So we went to our old haunt, El Camino's in Fremont. Man, was it strange being back there. We then ran into our friends Erin and Yvette sitting at a separate table. It wasn't long before they sent over a broad side of tequila shots. Not to be out-gunned in the open seas, we came about and unleashed a salvo of Prairie Fires. Soon after good times were had by all.

Here's the disturbing part though. Jen got up to go to the loo and this guy next to me tried to get my attention:

"Sir, do you mind scooting down a table so we can pull your table next to ours?"

(Sir? Fuck. He called me "Sir?" Do I really look that old??)

My first night back in the bars and people are calling me "sir." Maybe it's time for a face peel back a la Burt Reynolds or Men's Formula Hair Care products?