Remember when you were young and could go out three or more nights a week? When you bounced back from a hangover in time to hit the bars again less than 24 hours later?

Well. Apparently I have crossed the threshold from young, wild thing to old, aching thing. This morning I am mainlining coffee and chewing on aspirin like they’re candy because I … wait for it …. went roller skating.

Yes, friends, last night I strapped on ugly brown skates–the kind with four wheels and that little nubby thing at