Getting older

The only thing I have a wee problem with (besides my butt) is my age. I just turned 36 and I can hardly believe it. The person who said “Inside every older person is a younger person wondering ‘what the hell happened?’”was so on target. The only consolation is that as I get older, everyone else is too.

So this past weekend, a couple of friends and I went out to celebrate my 30th birthday. It was pretty cool that people told me I look really good for 30, hehehe. I was actually smart about drinking this weekend too. Both my friends got REALLY drunk, and there I was wandering the bar alone, while they wooed their respective targets for the evening. Yep, the beer goggles were turned way up for them that night. I actually ended up hanging out with a guy who was also celebrating his 30th (what a coincidence!) and we went and got free Jagermeister shooters at the bar. I turned to him and laughed about how my friends were much drunker than I, and it was MY birthday! However I was very thankful the next day. VERY. Especially after my roommate told me he puked and then proceeded to spend the day in a zombie-like state. Normally I don’t feel bad for those who self-induce their illness, however I’ve been feeling really bad about the fact that he lost his mojo sometime ago and has never recovered it. This is a guy who once dated 3 women at one time, at which point I had to have a chat with him about dating morals. Poor guy.

Anyways, so since I’d been wandering the bar alone, trying not to look like too much of a loser, I was quite glad that this boy talked to me and dragged me to the bar for shooters. I’ll refer to him as ‘Jagermeister boy’. We talked about the band, which he agreed was totally awesome. We talked about my shirt (my fave Foo Fighters shirt) and he said it was the reason he came and talked to me. I told him that before we went out my roommate had mentioned 3x that I should change my shirt because it was “just a T-shirt”. I guess he thought I should wear something a little more ho-ish? The cool thing was that Jagerboy didn’t try to go home with me that night, he just asked for my number. Haha. It’s not often you meet a nice guy at the bar and frankly, I’ve given up trying. I just go to get stupid. Though my friend had a guy come up to her and ask if she’d go home with him, point blank. The funny thing is that this is a guy who’s a dj on the radio, and I’d recognized him earlier in the night and pointed him out to my friend. So later when he talked to her, she told him she knew who he was and he asked her how she knew that. She told him it was because she recognized his voice. Hahaha. I think he believed her. Too funny.

Oops, I WAS talking about my birthday and getting older and I totally tossed out a long tangent there. To the point, I continue to be totally at odds with my age. I still feel lost somewhere between 25 and 35. I don’t feel near as old as the math would suggest. I wonder if I SHOULD start acting and dressing in a certain way… more “age appropriate” or something.

On the other hand, I’m tempted to just be me...

I’m going to leave it at that, for now.