Youth is wasted on the young
Traveling last night, in Knoxville, TN, being a basketball fan, settled into a sports bar to watch the game, do supper, and beverages (raised about 6 glasses to CLK, maybe 7). At about the start of the 3rd quarter, I noticed this petite young thing that I would swear is somewhere amongst the photos in an enduring thread. OK, there were a lot of them, but this one in particular had spent her evening with her young man friend and a group of them drinking, eating, smoking, doing all those things invincible young people do, and, well, she was ripe, quite affectionate towards her companion. They paid the check, leaving me to expect they'd soon be harvesting their wild oats, finished that last sip, kept talking to their crowd (the young man chatting away in particular), ordered another. At one point, she had him up against a tall chair wallering all over him in a lap dance that would earn Drew his Escalade, had he the talent, right there in this bar in front of their friends. The young man seemed to enjoy it, and, surely, I thought, was getting the message. Another drink, sitting down, her on his lap, geez. Getting into the 4th quarter, I noted that she was getting past that perfect amount of alcohol, and time was fleeting, and I couldn't help but think that young man had just culled some of the best he'd ever get.
Middle of the 4th quarter, score out of reach for the Celtics, paid my check and went for that last visit to the men's room, I find the young man and one of his boyz (is that how you spell it these days? He was white . . .) talking "hood" talk about . . . not what he was gonna do to that poor father's daughter once he got her home (or at least into their vehicle), but rather what song they (the two guys) were gonna do at the karaoke machine. For a moment, I wanted to wheel around and give him the "are you out of your freaking mind?" speech, but my better judgment prevailed when I thought WWJHD, and did the opposite (ie - left him in his stupidity). Exiting, I noticed the poor young lass had faded, sitting in her chair staring down at the ground.
We are mostly wise older males here who know full well about the perfect amount of alcohol. At that age, it was 2 black russians (the drink, I'm not racist) and making it out of the restaurant parking lot was no longer required. Youth is truly wasted.