Please don't call me mam....

This weekend, I certainly discovered that I cannot keep up like I once did.  Saturday I met friends in Deadwood around 4 pm.  I drink as fast as I talk and I was doing lots of talking!  The entire group (at least 12) of us were wearing red sweatshirts with the Red Solo Cup logo.  Very much a party spirit--even singing kareoke.  I have no idea what time it was, but I suspect it wasn't much past 11 when I managed to miss the chair when I sat down.  (still wonder if someone pulled out from under me) As I am trying to pull myself up a young man has the audacity to ask "Are you ok, Mam?"  Once again I am glad there were no pictures!