Much Too Young (To Feel This Damn Old)

First off, let me begin by wishing my beloved a Happy Mother's Day. I hope whatever plans you have are good ones. I love you.
Saturday, for a guy who doesn't drink, had the pleasure of singing "Unwound," by George Strait and "The Drinkin' Bone" for my friends at Gary's Place, at least one of whom owes me money. In case you're wondering, the title of this particular post refers to one of Garth Brooks' first breakout hits from his self-titled debut album, which came out a year before "No Fences" and the "Friends in Low Places" tune we all know well. I happen to think that "Much Too Young" is his best song he's ever recorded. It's raw and true, and for a time, made a mainstream hitmaker out of underground country superstar Chris LeDoux, the pride of Kaycee, Wyoming. But it also demonstrates how I feel. Bars and this nightlife are a relatively new scene for me. And by 3 a.m. this morning, I was feeling much like the song's title.
Nevertheless, I had a great time at Gary's. The VJ, Ally, is very nice and a little too accommodating to me in a bar when dozens want to sing. I felt bad for some others, including a dude who owes me money. I found it funny that I think I actually hit a groove as the evening was progressing. But I'm kinda old for this stuff, you know? Even if the fastest drink I had was a Roy Rogers.
I had to feel a little awkward when someone came up to me and said, "I could listen to you sing all night." I could have sang all night.
I almost did. I was spry enough to go home, though, to my friend's house, crash on his couch and repeat a ritual I've done every night for more than a year, by praying to Heavenly Father for myself, my wife and my children, that they were safe and sound during this, the early darkness of Mother's Day.
Happy Mother's Day to my mom, my wife, my sister, my dad's wife, and even to my kids, who were brought into this world by my wife. I hope your day is as restful as my previous day was not.