Grand Entrance Consolation Prize

Man, I could be taking the best photos tonight at a party in the Graceland Suite of the Heartbreak Hotel, but instead I’m going to bed early for tomorrow’s training shift and a meeting with corporate brass. I could go to the party but I’d be pushing my limits. I’d risk missing my alarm clock. I’d risk showing up to the meeting in a hangover cloud smelling of beer-soaked kitsch and leisure suit sweat. At least I’d go in with a smile on my face. But I’m taking the safe road. I’m getting old. Not age old. Boring old. The kind of old that some elderly people never get. Where has my sense of adventure gone? And for that matter, how long HAS it been gone anyway?

I’d hoped the pictures would accompany an epic post, a grand re-entrance into the blogging side of Project 2010. I’ve been gone a while, and I figured I’d treat this place nice like a boyfriend when I got back. But no dice.

So to make myself feel better about my boring night and my failed grand entrance, here’s a consolation prize. Another kind of failed grand entrance. To remind us of what can happen when people let their sense of adventure get the best of them. They run people over. And also to remember, as you’ll see in the clip, how some elderly people never really get Old. Welcome me back, won’t you?