My birthday party evite says "Forty is the new Twenty". That is a bunch of bulls**t. Cause I am starting to feel forty. Is it all in my mind? Is it the sudden exercise and the diet? Even my eyesight is starting to change all of a sudden. Gone soon will be the days where I am the only one of my girlfriends able to read the menu at lunch. And really? If it was the new twenty then you would be seeing twenty somethings saying they are forty. Trust me that is not happening.
Since Thursday's Trapeze lesson the pain has been pretty distracting. Add to that we went out Saturday night and the past two days I had a touch of the flu or a small hangover, either way I felt bad. My ribcage still hurts but I suffered tonight at Hot Yoga. My 8th one in 15 days. My original goal was 14 in 14 days. That is funny now!
Saturday night my friend, Terri, decided we needed to do a recon mission on the location of my birthday party, 88 keys, a dueling piano bar in Pioneer Square. Now I didn't see the point but I am not one to turn down a night out. We ended up heading out at 10, ended up with four of us and we didn't get home until about 2:45 am. Enough Said? It involved singing, a little dancing, winning a neon beer sign in a drawing (which I left on the counter for Scott to find in the morning and told him we stole it) and at 2 am we tagged Nancy's car, a Bear's Fan, with Seahawk Cheer.
We had a great time, but the recon did result in a venue change, no dance floor at this one, and a dance floor for my fortieth is mandatory. As the night turned into morning I noticed that we were one of two tables still occupied at the front. Us (average age, fortyish), Them, (average age 22ish). I found it very poignant and fascinating. I normally find that age group annoying. But I felt myself not envious of their youth but moderately sorry for their stupidity. I wanted to take them outside and have a chat with them. Pass some wisdom on.
#1 - if you wear that dress...it is called spanks ladies...buy yourself some.
#2 - Blue eyeshadow did not look good on anyone the first time around, still not a good look
#3 - Tattoos, Bad Idea. Girls, look at my ass, look at my boobs, imagine what your butterfly is going to look like. Yes, you got it, like it got hit by a car windshield.
#4 - Really?, the piano player is gay, he will always be gay, his shirt that has a picture of a Rooster wearing a saddle and the phrase "free cock rides", That is not directed at you, that is for the blond drunk guy over there wearing the shirt that says something about pickles and cucumbers. You can shake, you can wiggle it, and he is still gonna want the pickle.
#5 - If you can't name the group who sang it, please don't sing along and do an interpretative dance. "Pour Some Sugar On Me" is not a good song to dance to without spanks. See #1
#6 - Don't try to out sing my table when an angry song like Alanis M. "you outta know" comes on, because you are not old enough to know angry. When you have been with the same man for 20 years, than you can sing the angry songs.
#7 - Seriously, if you order buckets of Papst Blue Ribbon, what type of men do you think you will attract?
So we had fun, a prefunk to the big night next Saturday. It did make me feel older when the two piano players in their twenties were stumped by our request of "Delta Dawn" and said to wait for the other guy, that he would know it. He was much older than us and yes, he did know it. Ugh!
Hot Yoga tonight was actually maybe a tad enjoyable. I was able to calm my mind a lot more tonight. I think a lot of it had to do that one of my dance mommy friends was next to me. She was amazing, like gumby. I thought it would be distracting to be near a friend. But it was calming, I knew she would call 911 if needed. And she did check to make sure my chest was rising at the end. Plus she had on my favorite color, peacock blue. She gives me something to shoot for! The only thing that was distracting, not unlike Jenny's chest, was how she gets her legs so smooth, waxing?
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