Robert Steven Williams

You’re too old. Too out of touch. Too set in your ways. Too everything.

And that’s exactly what I was telling myself yesterday as my body refused to recover from Bonnaroo. I used to stay up deep into the night effortlessly. I handled the heat of summer. I drank and toked without consequence. Not anymore.

Fader is having a party this week in Brooklyn featuring one of my festival favs, Phoenix; but they don’t go on until 1 am – just the thought of staying up that late makes me queasy.

I should hand in my resignation now.

And then I started reading Bonnaroo reviews from various bloggers and discovered that many had gone to bed much earlier than me; some even struggled to tackle a fraction of what I covered.

It made me realize that I’m being too hard on myself. Maybe I shouldn’t be so quick to hang up my saddle and spurs. Just pop a few Ibuprofen and get pumped up to make that Fader party Thursday night.