Today is that day I love so much. My birthday. I'm 31. Technically, because I was born on the other side of the International Date Line, I really turned 31 yesterday. But as yesterday was devoted to DVDs and hangovers, I guess today will suffice.
Compared to turning 30, 31 has been kind of anticlimactic. Age 29, I got divorced, moved back to DC, and started my life over. Age 30 was a cakewalk by comparison. I expect 31 to be even easier.
But forces are conspiring to make me feel old. I tend to be mistaken for someone much younger. On a typical bar excursion, I am carded once at the door, and twice by the waitress. People ask me what college I go to. Nobody ever believes my real age. Well, until now.
Saturday, for the first time ever, I was not carded buying beer at Shopper's Food Warehouse. It's the end of life as I know it. I am no longer being carded! Next stop will be a dozen cats and a penchant for knitting.
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never fear dear..the cats dont come till 32..at 31 ..your boobs just start to sag...*teasing*... happy birthday!!!!
xoxo
And what's the problem with knitting? It gives you a sharp implement with which to discipline importuning strangers, even if you never finish that scarf.
Although, yes, I agree: crafts are the bane of middle-aged women everywhere.
It could be that the person who didn't card you either: 1. Didn't care, or 2. Was just not paying attention and would probably not have carded an 18 year old either. But..who cares? Age is just a state of mind. Some great quotes:
"Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.";
"How old would you be if you didn't know how old you were?";
"Everyone is the age of their heart."; and finally...
"We turn not older with years, but newer every day."
Happy "technical" Birthday.
Weirdly, I used to love knitting when I was a child. Now I don't remember how to do it.
Also, I had a great birthday dinner at Little Fountain Cafe. If you haven't eaten there yet, go!
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