Tuesday, December 21, 2010
We haven't decorated the exterior of our house. Last year we didn't because we didn't want to spend the money, this year we were just too tired.
Aging just kills me.
It always makes me chuckle when I think back to the day I turned 30 (almost sixteen years ago now.) My friend Crystal and I were sitting in a club, waiting for the rest of the group to show up. I was wearing a black blazer with corset lacing up the side, a knee length pencil skirt and a pair of knee high, leather laced up boots. I had a cigarette in one hand and a double rye & coke in the other.
"Wow!" said Crystal. "I can't believe you're 30!"
"That's because you're twenty-one," I said with a smirk. "At least I am young at heart."
"That's true," she agreed. "You'll have to come out for MY thirieth. You'll be forty by then!"
I took a long sip of the whiskey. "Where do they go, do you think?"
"The forty year olds - to party. Why isn't there clubs for people over forty?"
"I dunno! Maybe they don't like to party."
I know the answer to this one now that I'm forty-five. We don't have time, and if we did, we'd be having a nap.