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aluminum maskUpon an invitation from another couple, my wife and I welcomed 2019 in a night club that played loud 80s music — not my “cup of tea” but I tried to make the most of the situation. Like many other guests, we were dressed for New Year. Mine was an aluminum Terminator-like mask that covered my whole face so I felt practically invisible.

I was an alien observing the crazy earthlings. All around me were intoxicated flashy, sweaty, party animals gyrating to the 80s beat (it’s a great place to get your tinnitus going, I can tell you that). In earlier days, that room would have been filled with second-hand smoke — it was that kind of a place.

I think I’m getting old. These humans looked real stupid. They paid big bucks to be in this overcrowded hall. People bobbed up and down because there was hardly any room to dance. The ladies protected themselves from being touched and the men flailed their arms to reach the “untouchables.” Scotch on the rocks was 90% rock (ice): Ka-ching! for the night club ownersa and Ka-where-did-it-go? for the big spenders. A few fights erupted due to the booze and the claustrophobic atmosphere. A woman dove under a table for safety. One drunk Surfer Dude seemed to have the hots for my wife. I was behind her so I didn’t realize what was happening but my friend did and he told Surfer Dude to back off. I thought the drunk was merely asking her a question — I was oblivious that she needed my protection. I did contemplate using my old judo move I learned from college. Thankfully, the Dude said my mask spooked him out so he moved away. It was a very strange scene: A long time ago I used to be part of this insanity but now I was looking at it with alien eyes wide open. (Hey, I don’t mean to judge you if this is your “thing” — that’s cool. It just isn’t mine.)

On the way home I told my wife that I didn’t want to go back there. I’m glad she was thinking the same thing.

“Getting old.” What does that really mean? Of course, derogatively, it means one is aging: one’s body parts start falling off. But “getting old” also means getting more mature … getting wiser. To have a body that nears its expiration date and a mind that still thinks like a child is a double tragedy. I remember a news clip of a pathetic aging hippie beckoning people to celebrate the 40th anniversary of Woodstock with him to relive his youthful hormones. This senior never grew up. He probably never will. (BTW, 2019 is the 50th Anniversary of Woodstock buy your tickets now — NOT!).

With every new year, adding a notch to our longevity here on earth is not an option; But adding a dose of wisdom in the mix — that’s an option we should not miss. That’s a good new year resolution.

TGIF and have a great 2019!

“Maturity is being able to apologize and admit when you’re wrong because you know that your mistakes don’t define you” — Anonymous

Joke of the Week

Our Friday joke of the week comes from: Naomi of North Hollywood, CA

WARNING: Might be insensitive to some.

Cartoon of the Week: Wife Texting

Video of the Week

funny video

One Wedding and a Funeral
Sent by Sam of Los Angeles, CA

This is a classic Mr. Bean video. He’s a modern version of Charlie Chaplin. And like Charlie, Mr. Bean uses no words.


Don’s Puns

From Don’s collection of puns

Don's Puns: Old Langxiety

Heavy Thought of the Week

Sent by Rodney of Manitoba, B.C.

Heavy Thought of the Week: Sell Ice Cream

Parting Shots

Thanks to Don of Kelowna, B.C. who shared this

Parting Shot: Not Santa Claus

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  1. Heather

    January 12, 2019 at 2:09 pm

    My husband and I never went out for New Years for some of the reason you cited in your article. It’s tough to watch people get drunker and drunker as the evening drags on. I enjoyed the Tweet about the husband and wife and the wife I. And mr. Bean is always good for a laugh he is something else.
    Have a great weekend


  2. Tom

    January 12, 2019 at 2:09 pm

    Thanks Raoul I laughed until I cried. Absolutely hysterical story. Your words of Wisdom on growing older were wonderful and welcome.


  3. Marilyn

    January 12, 2019 at 2:09 pm

    thanks-another Friday!


  4. Chuck

    January 12, 2019 at 2:13 pm

    Happy New Year Raoul!

    Wait a minute! I’ve seen your moves on the dance floor and they are certainly not too “Creepy” as I recall! Your moves were faster than my camera could capture without blurring – and I wasn’t drinking any scotch or tequila either…Or are the Meadow Lark Days behind us now along with Woodstock? Baby shake that thing!…

    Yes we don’t do that late thing anymore either. We did stay up till midnight – New York Time – 9 SoCal Time. Watched the Ball Drop on TV – rolled over and went to sleep! Exciting times. Went to bed in 2018, asleep by 12: 10 – in 2019! How exciting is that?!


  5. Betty

    January 12, 2019 at 2:14 pm

    Technology error!


  6. Agnes

    January 12, 2019 at 2:14 pm

    Nice one! Happy new year Raoul & family!


  7. Rick

    January 12, 2019 at 2:15 pm

    Hi Bro,
    I felt your pain throughout your New Years Eve story. I give you credit for going, and there is no way I could attend anything like that. I have always disliked clubs, drunks, and people acting stupid. I was more than comfortable relaxing at home with my wife and dog. We even turned down dinner and game night at my daughter’s home. We have done that in the past and it’s always fun, but I prefer not to be on the roads with the stupid people on that night.
    Stay warm and I hope your 2019 is wonderful!
    Thank you for the TGIF!


  8. Drexel

    January 17, 2019 at 4:12 pm

    Raoul: Enjoyed your narrative about New Year’s Eve….with a very large family (four grown children, 12 grand kids & a few great-gran’s tossed in), church & civic activities starting before Thanksgiving, Christmas is extremely busy for us, especially for [my wife], so our tradition is to run away between Christmas & New Year….our New Year’s eve tradition has become an early dinner, maybe with close friends or not, returning to the Laguna Beach time-share condo and work to stay awake until the ball drops in New York (9:00 PM on the west coast)…..By morning 0 New Year’s day – we are relaxed and ready to start the new year….I cannot imagine going out to an event like you described ever again….guess it is all about acquiring more grey hair…..Thanks for the story, reminds me how good we have it…..Happy New Year to you along with good blessings…..D


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