Only 6 years difference

Last night I went out to eat at a Mexican Restaurant in the city called Blue Agave. I had been wanting to go there for a while now, and last night I finally got off my butt and went. I was by myself so I sat at the bar. The bar is usually a good place to sit if you're by yourself. You might meet someone new and if worse comes to worse, you can always talk to the bartender.
Well, I ended up sitting next to the most annoying customer ever. At first I thought he was a food critic. He was asking questions like 'which salsa is the hottest' when given the choice of three with the nacho chips. He also asked about the margaritas and what was the best kind or the "special kind." I thought he was doing this to see how patient the bartender was. The bartender was not very patient, but he wasn't mean either. He just answered the questions quickly and moved on down the bar. I ordered my margarita and an appetizer, and my neighbor started bothering the bartender because I got my food first. Well, I ordered an appetizer, and he ordered a full meal. Again the bartender was patient and just explained that it took longer to make than mine. Then I got to thinking that perhaps my food was frozen. It sure didn't taste frozen, but maybe they premake them, and then fry them when someone orders it. Not a big deal. I ordered the steak empanada. The meat was fresh, had a good taste, the pastry was flaky, but there wasn't a lot of flavor. The salsa had more flavor than my meal.
Back to the topic. After dinner, my neighbor started talking to a girl, about age 24. She may have been younger or older, but that's what she seemed. She was telling my neighbor about everything. She was the "non-stop talker" type of girl. After only a few simple questions, the neighbor and I knew where she lived, where she used to live, where she works, where her friends work, what neighborhoods are good and bad, etc.. She would not stop talking. I figured that we learned so much because she's young and drunk. The man would ask another question and she would continue talking for the next 10 minutes. Another thing I noticed was that in all of her statements, she started off with 'I have a friend', or 'my friend' or 'my dad.' When you get to be old like me, you don't have a lot of friends. You mostly talk about yourself or something you read. You don't talk about your friends because they are all married and out of your life. :)
It's time like these that I realize I am really getting old. If I was anything like that girl (of course I was NOT!), I'm glad I'm old. i wouldn't be able to stand 20 minutes of myself.