I've seen my future, and hoped I'd at least be better dressed

The woman in this picture could, in many ways, be me in 50 years:

After all, I like beer. A lot. Enough that I might consider drinking a keg or two.

And then there's that fact that I am gym-obsessed, and raising a keg over my head seems like a fairly reasonable method of warding off the dreaded "bat wings", especially as I round my eighth decade.

But the outfit, though? I think I'd rather be dead.