So it’s happened. I’m not naïve, I knew this was an inevitable part of life, I guess I just didn’t expect it to happen so soon…. I’m old. Passed it. Long in the tooth.
Happened last Friday, during our after work drinks at the Bowlo- Someone ridiculously close to my age was shocked at the revelation of how old I was. “Shocked”! That’s a quote mind you. Said: “thought you were way older”. WAY??? I’M 24 YEARS OLD ! Not only that, I’ve just turned 24!
Outraged and horrified I ran straight to the bar, ordered 5 tequila slammers, slammed them (naturally), then disco pashed a hot guy wearing a pink, pop-collared shirt on the d-floor while screaming out the words to Khe Sahn as part of a drunken chorus of one-night-only-bff’s. Ok, that didn’t happen. Nor did I call my grandmother’s hairdresser and book myself in for a blue rinse. I copped it sweet. It wasn’t until right now that the weight of what happened on that fateful night has truly hit me. You know, I really thought becoming “old” would be something that clicked on after a birthday like oop you’re 30 that’s it…old. Not something that would occur now !
Anyway after Mr Foot-In-Mouth left on Friday night, my friend and I (who had also fallen prey to the wicked tongue and outrageously insulting assertions of Mr FIM) were listening to the lame crooning of the Bowlo’s back-up entertainment and noticed two not-so-young gentlemen looking eagerly out at the other older couples on the dance floor, so we asked them to dance. My old guy was so flattered that he kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for making his night. He even found his wife and brought her over to meet me and they asked me why such a young thing like me would want to dance with an old grandpa like him. A-HA ! YOUNG THING !!
Take that Mr Foot-In-Mouth. Guess it’s about perspective eh? I’m going to say this; which is to be a rare proclamation of my own ability. Yep, I’m going to say it- you think I’m older because I am ridiculously more mature, smarter and wiser than you.
Wow that felt good.
On that note I’m off to finish knitting that sweater and discuss my ailments with anyone who’ll listen…. I mean, go clubbing and drink cruisers and boxed wine.
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