We fondly recall bygone days of knowing nothing but expecting everything.
We chat about mutually incomprehensible careers, shadowy sons and daughters doing this or that, wives, ex-wives, whatever.
A few pints on, we acknowledge in warm, sad camaraderie that we are entering the wastelands of old age.
At closing time we say our goodbyes and go out into the night.
None of us have discovered answers to the ultimate questions of existence.
I realize I am now merely older not wiser, knowing nothing and expecting nothing.