In 66 days I will officially be "old" by my definition for the first time in my life: 40.
My new phone has a "D-Day Counter," so I couldn't resist setting it for my birthday.
I don't feel or look my age, I think. I don't get carded as much as I used to (only twice since I turned 39), but I still get bar guests guessing my age at late twenties to early thirties. And since I still have the mentality of a teenager, I don't really care all that much about it....but I just can't believe I am going to be 40.
More shocking to me still is that that means that my ex-fiance, The Brit, just turned 41. I can't even imagine it.
I work with people who weren't even born when I graduated high school, and the birthdate of legal drinkers is a year after said graduation. Those are the two things that really do make me feel old. Sure, some of the hot spring break chicks look kinda young to me, but overall, a hot chick in a bikini is still a hot chick in a bikini, and that has (thankfully) never changed for me. And the day that I get too old to enjoy a hot chick in a bikini, my friends have instructions to empty both barrels of a shotgun into the base of my skull.
So, for my 40th birthday, I don't have huge plans. Do dinner with friends at my favorite sushi place, just like I do every year. I may shave my goatee for that notable day, since I look even younger clean shaven. I may not. Despite the looking younger thing, I like the way I look with a goatee--in the last 11.5 years, I have been clean shaven a total of 12 weeks.
So this 25 year old who is getting "old"? He can kiss my beer-swilling, bikini-watching, practical joke-playing, I-don't-party-like-a-rock-star-they-party-like-ME, silly, juvenile, prankster ass.
I will say this: When I was approaching 30, I often said that if my thirties were half as good as my twenties, they'd be awesome. They were twice as good. So I may be approaching a milestone I'm not too thrilled with, but damn the torpedoes and full speed ahead!
My new phone has a "D-Day Counter," so I couldn't resist setting it for my birthday.
I don't feel or look my age, I think. I don't get carded as much as I used to (only twice since I turned 39), but I still get bar guests guessing my age at late twenties to early thirties. And since I still have the mentality of a teenager, I don't really care all that much about it....but I just can't believe I am going to be 40.
More shocking to me still is that that means that my ex-fiance, The Brit, just turned 41. I can't even imagine it.
I work with people who weren't even born when I graduated high school, and the birthdate of legal drinkers is a year after said graduation. Those are the two things that really do make me feel old. Sure, some of the hot spring break chicks look kinda young to me, but overall, a hot chick in a bikini is still a hot chick in a bikini, and that has (thankfully) never changed for me. And the day that I get too old to enjoy a hot chick in a bikini, my friends have instructions to empty both barrels of a shotgun into the base of my skull.
So, for my 40th birthday, I don't have huge plans. Do dinner with friends at my favorite sushi place, just like I do every year. I may shave my goatee for that notable day, since I look even younger clean shaven. I may not. Despite the looking younger thing, I like the way I look with a goatee--in the last 11.5 years, I have been clean shaven a total of 12 weeks.
So this 25 year old who is getting "old"? He can kiss my beer-swilling, bikini-watching, practical joke-playing, I-don't-party-like-a-rock-star-they-party-like-ME, silly, juvenile, prankster ass.
I will say this: When I was approaching 30, I often said that if my thirties were half as good as my twenties, they'd be awesome. They were twice as good. So I may be approaching a milestone I'm not too thrilled with, but damn the torpedoes and full speed ahead!
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