Always The Saddest Sight

At the end of the evening when you decide another beer is not forthcoming it is always sad when you finish that last drop. You know it is coming, but even so that last drop sends a small pang of regret. When we were younger, you’d just get another beer or pass out trying, but when you get older and wisdom (?) kicks in you realize that maybe one more is not the sound move.

I sure hate wisdom.