a perfect party

I traveled to the farthest reaches of the city limits.
I left the boys to celebrate with co-workers.
I was worried that I'd be the oldest, not hip, out of my element.
I approached warily.
I had a great time!
The setting was unique and fun.
The sound track was old and blue-sy.
Drop the peanut shells on the floor!
I kept hearing: I've heard so much about you.
It was one of those nights when the atmosphere and the music and the whiskey and the pizza and the conversation were perfect.
It didn't matter that I was the oldest. I was there and we had a great time.