Our old gang is getting old

On Saturday night, we celebrated our birthdays--the hubster's is tomorrow--with a delicious dinner at the home of some old friends of ours, who'd invited some more old friends of ours to join in the celebration. It being right after Shabbat/Sabbath, we couldn't get to their home on Long Island until after 8 o'clock. Boy, was I surprised when, at a bit after 10, the other guests said that they had to go home--and the hosts graciously "volunteered" them to drop us off at the railroad station. Even after a trip on the Long Island Railroad, followed by a trip on the subway, followed by a walk home, we were still home before midnight. Whoever heard of a birthday boy and girl above the age of 18 being sent home from their own birthday party at 10 and arriving home before midnight? We must all be getting old.