The Wisdom of Roger Smith
No one died at Ashley’s birthday party last night, but that’s because I simply refused to really take care of the puking birthday girl. I mean, I’m all for celebrating your birthday with drinks and what have you, but know your limits. Even when I’m having a grand old time, throwing caution to the wind, the fact of the matter is — I’m still responsible. I know when to stop, I know when not to push it. And maybe it’s not because of age, but maybe out of courtesy. Who knows, there are more things I could say, but whatever.
