Sunday, April 26, 2009

You know you are old when....

I have been spending a lot of time with my high school girlfriends, lately. A few of them have moved back here recently, and this has created a reunion of sorts. We are all getting to know each other again, and do some of the things we used to do.

Friday night, on a whim, I called Curtis and asked him if he would watch Charlie while my girlfriend and I went out on the town. She has a little girl too, and so it provided an opportunity for the two of us to get out of the house and head downtown. We started off our night at a local bar, and before long, you could tell we were some of the oldest girls in the place. We moved on to one of the other local hangouts we used to frequent, and with the same result, we found ourselves headed out to find something more "our age." My girlfriend got hit on by a boy, er uh, a guy, that could not have been more than 22 years old. When I asked him what he did for a living, he danced around the topic, and then finally ended up with "Well, I am done with school if that is what you mean." Ha! A graduate, hitting on a couple of MILF's. He said we were drawing "attention" to that side of the bar. LOL!!! As I drove home, I thought to myself.... "you know you are old when"....You get hit on by a 22 year old GVSU graduate.

Saturday morning, we piled the two kids in the car, and we headed to a local church sale. They were selling all kids stuff, and we were looking for a deal. We had a blast scoping out the deals at that sale, and then we headed back home. I had remembered seeing a sign for a "second best" sale at our highschool. I didn't really think we would go, but as we drove by, we decided to stop. We pulled into the "senior parking lot" and unloaded our strollers and our babies. We wheeled up to the gymnasium and strolled on in. This is where the feeling old part really takes hold. The gym still smelled of early pubescent man-sweat. The bleachers were still dingy and tired looking, yet the gym felt like it had not changed a single bit over the last 12 years. We were almost in shock over being in that place, that we were barely paying attention to what was on sale. It was bizarre.

We didn't end up leaving with anything from the sale. But, I did leave that place with a sense of feeling old. It was a fundraiser for the class of 2010. 2010!!! We joked on the way home about our adventure back to our high school. Would we have thought that 12 years from graduation we would be wheeling our strollers into the gym for a second-hand sale?? HECK NO!

A trip back to high school, and a night out at the bar amongst college kids, accomplished one thing:

I now feel old :o)


Christina said...

Awww squash that!! You're young at heart!

Bob L said...

You have no idea