Last night being 4th of July I ventured out to one of the local gay bars. It's funny to think that Sarasota was one of the key places I went out to the clubs and now I barely recognize the scene. Granted it was only one place but the average age of the clientele was about 60. I seem to remember it being an older crowd but not really that much older. Maybe I went to the wrong bar on the wrong night.
Maybe it's best that going out isn't that alluring. I was able to do a little writing yesterday and did some research about submissions. I also looked around for some writing groups. It's hard to commit to anything knowing I'll have to get a job soon.