Too old to party?
You’re never too old to party. Some activities should be left to the young… or the young-at-heart. I have a great aunt that went skydiving at over 60. I’m still not as adventurous as she.
I had three outings recently that made me question whether I was too old to party, too matronly, or just plain prudish. The first was a brunch with cousins, one of whom is 25. She exclaimed, “I’m old. I’m almost 30!” while feigning disgust. We two elder cousins shared a look. She did not know her audience. She also seemed to forget the chronological order of aging. After 25 comes 26, then 27, and so on before 30. She didn’t make me feel old but wanting to smack those words out of her mouth made me feel like an old curmudgeon.
The next event was a celebration for a friends birthday. It was a civilized Girls’ Night Out. Hibachi at a nice restaurant with cocktails followed by drinks at a nearby pub chain. There was slight debauchery as we revisited an old college favorite—Blow Job Shots! As much fun as we had prodding that joke, I still felt like we were a group of housewives out to have a one-time laugh. It wasn’t a weekly, or even monthly, occurence. Why couldn’t we do this more? Why can’t we go out, shed the Mommy title, and fulfill a few barbarous desires?
Lastly, there was early dinner with a friend. She’s single and able to mingle. I live vicariously through single friends at times. I get a glimpse into what my life would be like if I hadn’t met Hubby. Sometimes I’m fascinated (only to the point of piqued interest), other times I’m grateful not to have to play games anymore.
I like being married and mommy. But I also enjoyed being sexy and single. Now it’s a struggle to bring a bit of the sexy singleton to the matronly mommy lifestyle. Date nights with Hubby help (We go to go to the Doctor Who Fan Screening!!) and I have great friends to go out with, but I am no longer a party girl. I don’t know that I ever was. Now I am a brunching beauty, a dining diva, and loquacious lush. I don’t mind adding these feathers to my hat as they define the woman I am. I am not too old, not too bold, and I love a good party.