The disconcerting thing about going out to dinner with other grown folks is how normal it all seems while you’re doing it. here is civilization! There, we have made reservations to sit down and eat together! Look, here is a wine menu! let’s order something red and Spanish or French or Italian and chuckle while we sit and sip!
Maybe what raises the oddity factor is being out on the town on a night when we pass several Irish pubs, fixed with people dressed in green and greeting each cheerily and ignoring nearby trash cans or porta-potties.
What I wonder is this: even though my last name is more Irish than some of these people, how much more grown-up than them am I?