Sunday 7 August 2016

BAD GIRL HITS AN AGE MILESTONE (head on, and fully fueled by hootch)



 I celebrated a birthday recently.  I didn’t celebrate it very well, mind you.  In fact, I don’t celebrate anything well anymore.  I don’t know how to, primarily because the only time I stay up past midnight is with sick kids.



The thing is, nobody needs birthday parties in order to feel older.  Our Drivers License photos do it perfectly well on their own.  Besides, you know you’re getting older because the cops keep getting younger and younger.  Soon they’ll be putting little cub scouts in uniforms and sending them out with toy guns to man the speed traps.

 

Getting older is particularly discouraging when you realize what other people have accomplished by the age of 35.  Attila the Hun had conquered most of Europe before he was old enough to vote.  Cleopatra had vamped the entire Mediterranean coastline while tossing Caesar Salad on the side, and Beethoven managed to write all sorts of world class symphonies and go deaf before he was my age.  Actually, he was dead by the time he was my age.



The worst thing about growing older is not the weight you gain, but the dreams you lose.  For instance, I’m having trouble coming to terms with the fact that I may never become a major Vogue model.  For one thing, we older broads can’t walk in high heels anymore without toppling over sideways.  Something to do with the weight distribution further up.  For another, we can’t see five inches ahead without our glasses.  So unless Vogue wants a model crawling along the catwalk on her hands and knees, modeling is out.



On the bright side, one of the minor irritants of aging is you tend to forget things.  This has certain advantages.  I haven’t weighed myself in weeks.  I've already forgotten my age.  And any day now, I might forget I am married… 



 



9 comments:

  1. Considering that my upcoming birthday has several digits on yours, I can laugh!!! Problem is I never know whether to be grateful or insulted when some younger person offers me a seat on the subway, and that is happening more and more often. Because I'd rather sit than stand, I decided to be grateful!!

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  2. Joan, I'm just grateful I still have a lot of hair! (So do you, by the way.) And yes, we will laugh. As long as there are good friends and Campari to slurp, I'll welcome another year.

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    1. I too have a lot of hair, mostly in my nose and ears.

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  3. You always make me laugh! Happy birthday, and to hell with age.

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    1. Thanks, Sheri :) I'm just very glad my eyes are going so I can't see what I look like.

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  4. Getting old does suck sometimes, but it's better than the alternative.

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  5. Cleopatra tossing Caesar salad on the side? Holy innuendo Batman.

    (Actually, Innuendo was the name of the first Italian gay man).

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    1. I do like that Cleopatra line :)
      Kev, you have single-handedly (oh could I make a joke here) changed this column from PG to XX

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