Photo by Sam Moghadam

Getting old in a Classy way

I got 45 last week. According to my expectations, I’m just at the middle point of my entire life (I have the belief that I’ll live just 90 years, hopefully). I’m not so young anymore, but not too old yet. Wiser, I’d say. Still drinking beer, but not any as in my twenties: only Stout. But also discovered the pleasure of the red wine, some years ago. Through the years, I also learned how to enjoy the great taste of a nice straight tequila…