Damn. OD age indicator dont lie. Im 36 now, bay-bee. Im 99% sure I was the oldest person at the last bar we went to last night. Im also 99% sure that I was the most annoyed person there too. Oh, except for the two overly-testosteroned boys who tried to start a fight in the middle of the dance floor. Borrring.
Had dinner with the whole group of girls and then little by little, each dropped out. I was the last one standing, but I ended up sneaking out of the place and walking home immediately after a guy bought me a drink and excused himself to go to the bathroom and asked me not to leave while he was gone. Sorry dude.
My favorite part of the night was coming home and collapsing into my fresh new bed toppings. My new and improved, thick and fluffy featherbed finally arrived and I also bought myself a down blanket to layer under the down comforter and several new thick and marshmallowy pillows. Oh yum. I smooshed myself in between layers and layers of scrumptious down and woke up this morning with the biggest smile on my face.
At 36, I think Im finally starting to recognize that my priorities are indeed changing. Its taken me quite a while to see it (let alone understand it), but I think Im finally ready to settle waaaay down. Oh sure, Im still going to have those fun nights out, especially during work travels and special vacations and girls trips and the like. But Im so over going out every weekend night and usually at least one night during the week. Thats just no fun any more. Im sick of being asked how old I am by every 25-year-old boy who crosses my path. Im sick of their reactions. Im sick of being looked at in a freakish manner and then hearing, Whoa, you dont look thirty-six. Over and over and over again. Ive grown very weary.
But the good thing is, Im not really sad about it. In fact, Im pretty darn happy. I was hoping this day would finally come. Theres so much more that I can be doing with my time. Now I can concentrate on other things.
I am happy. I am healthy. I am alive. And Im very thankful. I couldnt ask for a better birthday gift.
So now that Ive gotten the birthday babble out of the way, I suppose there are several issues Ive left open in past entries that I need to update.
First of all, I decided to blow off one of the speed daters tonight in favor of going to the football game. Speed Dater #1 had invited me to come over to his house so he could cook me dinner and we could watch the game in his home theater. Nice idea, but we talked on the phone a few times, and he managed to exhaust me each and every time we chatted. I cannot stand a yappy guy. And hes definitely a yapper. A fast-talker. Nervous. Hyper. Annoying.
The first time we talked on the phone, I thought that maybe my nerves were just on edge because I was in the middle of trying to prepare for my presentation with the CEO, but even after Fridays presentation he continued to annoy. Even his voice mails were exhausting. I started to avoid answering the phone. Finally, after I got an invite to go to the game with some other people from work, I called to tell him that I wasnt coming over.
I feel a little guilty because I told him that I was sick. But it was only a half-fib. My stomach is not in the greatest of shape, thats true. But its nothing that a little hair of the dog wont fix while were tailgating later this afternoon! Oh well.
Uh oh. I do need to run and get ready. Its going to be cold tonight, so I need to figure out how to layer and still look like the cute birthday girl that I am! Thats going to take a little time and Dan and Carolyn will be here in a half hour.
More updates coming soon:
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