{"id":18289,"date":"2013-04-29T22:13:11","date_gmt":"2013-04-30T03:13:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=18289"},"modified":"2013-04-29T22:16:54","modified_gmt":"2013-04-30T03:16:54","slug":"those-were-the-days-my-friend","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=18289","title":{"rendered":"Those were the days my friend"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It used to be that you could tell me that you wanted to sit up till the wee hours of the morning and debate the population boom while drinking bourbon and I wouldn&#8217;t flinch. I wouldn&#8217;t. Now I&#8217;m hard pressed to know what I even want to do on my birthday because it&#8217;s out with the old and in with the new (and I just happen to be part of the former). A friend posted some pics from Jazz Fest past and I saw myself as if I was someone else, back then that is. <\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/946769_10151358221351573_1470889495_n.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"18290\" data-permalink=\"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?attachment_id=18290\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/946769_10151358221351573_1470889495_n.jpg?fit=800%2C544\" data-orig-size=\"800,544\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-title=\"946769_10151358221351573_1470889495_n\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/946769_10151358221351573_1470889495_n.jpg?fit=640%2C435\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/946769_10151358221351573_1470889495_n.jpg?resize=640%2C435\" alt=\"946769_10151358221351573_1470889495_n\" width=\"640\" height=\"435\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-18290\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/946769_10151358221351573_1470889495_n.jpg?w=800 800w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/946769_10151358221351573_1470889495_n.jpg?resize=300%2C204 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Rachel go lightly, flirting my way through life and always ready to have a good time. <\/p>\n<p>And now, the good times are being redefined. When was the last time I had a good time &#8211; well, last night in my living room, with a glass of Suhr Luchtel and friends on my right and left talking about our past, present and future. Ask me where my good time was had today, I&#8217;d say watching my son&#8217;s heartthrob crush on my friend&#8217;s fianc\u00e9 &#8211; you could just see the stars in his four year old eyes. Tomorrow, what will my good times look like? I&#8217;ll just have to see now wont I?<\/p>\n<p>Time is swiftly making its revolution around the sun, and I&#8217;m spinning right along with it. I guess I am thankful I&#8217;ve made it this far (that is if I get to Thursday), but truthfully I look at my younger self in photographs, and I see why my laugh lines are etched so deep in my face. <\/p>\n<p>And I reckon that&#8217;s why they call me lucky if they call me at all. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It used to be that you could tell me that you wanted to sit up till the wee hours of the morning and debate the population boom while drinking bourbon and I wouldn&#8217;t flinch. I wouldn&#8217;t. Now I&#8217;m hard pressed to know what I even want to do on my birthday because it&#8217;s out with the old and in with the new (and I just happen to be part of the former). A friend posted&hellip; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-18289","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-main"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p1kHSD-4KZ","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18289","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=18289"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18289\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18292,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18289\/revisions\/18292"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=18289"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=18289"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=18289"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}