Jul 15 2006
Proof That I’m Not an Old Fart Yet
I went to the BP tonight and there were a couple cars of twentysomethings buying beer, cigarettes etcetera.
If I was an old fart, I’d be complaining about how they parked (poorly). Or about drinking and driving. Or how much I don’t like the crap that passes for rap these days.
But I didn’t. I was merely envious and wishing I was the one crammed into a car with a bunch of friends, getting ready to go out and have fun.
Just be glad they didn’t say, “Excuse me, Ma’am, will you buy us beer?” Then you would have been just plain humiliated.
Oh, I’m TOTALLy glad ’cause that would be in direct violation of my new policy which is…nobody is allowed to call me ma’am. Ever. Unless they want to die.
I’m with you on that one. I wouldn’t want to go back to my youth forever, but just one night…..
I hear ya…
You know when I first started dating my husband(he is 7 years older than me), we decided to join my family on a vacation to Florida… After having a romantic walk on the beach we came upon my brother with his posse of friends…they stopped talking when we passed…What? What the? Hey!
‘Hey, I’m not old! He may be old! But I am not old…’ I said to myself!
Yeah baby. Case of beers and zima in Kristen and Izzy’s bathtub. Come to our room for the party.
WEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’m packing the martini shaker and a 2 gallon bottle of Absolut.
I seriously thought of renting a car and driving instead of flying…reason? I could fit more party supplies in my trunk than in my luggage. I’m still puzzling over how to pack a blender.
did it make you want to go back to your friends house with a pack of “wine coolers” in the fruitiest flavors possible and giggle and stay up all night because you wanted –not because someone is teething? Sigh.
Enjoy it now kids, hang out while you still can.
Lisa
I was going to be the voice of reason, but I knocked over my bloody mary and lost my train of thought! Party on!
I think I just got like six grey hairs reading this. Sigh.
Oh honey…I feel the same way when I see those kids crammed in their car and then realize what I’m cramming into my minivan is…diapers.
(Um, at the risk of making myself look totally stupid, may I ask what the BP is?)
Ummm Yeah. Anyone who Ma’am’s me? Bad scene, dude.
Maple Martinis in Dawn and TB’s room - Julie is shaking…
Oh, me too, me too. Just to go out without the baby would be a miracle now, kinda sad.
I’m so jealous of you Izzy! Have a great time at BlogHer! Have a “shotgun” or two for me.
I haven’t been out witout the kids in a very long time. Have fun at BlogHer! Have a drink for me please!
i believe we did that, my friend. and i believe we have the children to prove it! good times! ahhhhh! and izzy, cramming into a car heading out for the world - the memories bring a smile to my face.
I’ll be feeling the same way when you’re all at Blogher, and I’m not.
That is why I have a 1984 kick ass black Trans Am…I will go out kicking and screaming with not a shred of dignity……Anne
Izzy….I am not SURE why, but my spidey sense told me he may have wanted to…ahem…them, or use them to ‘help’ himself ‘along’ shall we say…..Anne
yeah. jealous, indeed. for me, it’s the envy of knowing what those innocents don’t; how rough hangovers can be, how fleeting the fun.
sigh. I guess *I’m* the old, bleeding crankypants. bleah.
I hear ya…I wasn’t the smoking type but at least I held one in my hand to look cool! How I miss getting sloshed over wine coolers! :)
That brings back some memories of my youth, too…. *sigh*
Wow. I remember those days. Wasn’t I about 15 pounds lighter? Oh and without some much cursed about forehead wrinkles?
What’s worse is when you pull up and all those cars are filled with your friends and they all put out their cigarettes and come running over to see the kdis in the back of your minivan and ask what you’re doing that night. Then you hear all their great plans and they tell you that they’ll call you the next afternoon when they get up and tell you all about it.
Yeah.
I remember that feeling of being excited about going out! I’m usually home in pajamas at the going out time. I could never survive now….
I’ll be raiding the housekeeping carts for extra ice buckets, and then getting to the nearest party store any way I can for cases of Rolling Rock. Or possibly Daiquiri mix if Suebob brings that blender…I’ll be there in TEN DAYS, dude!
Have fun at Blogher. Just be careful with all those other crazy kids now, for goodness sakes.
I’m right there with you - jumping in! And I think I’ll dye my hair purple just for the heck of it too! LOL!
Ok - well in my dreams.
Good luck at Blogher - and congrats on losing zee weight!
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I’ll drink to that! Cheers!
Oh I remember those days. The days when I actually wore make-up and shoes with heels…sigh.
We’re going to have such a good time! (hope i can hold my liquor… heh)