It eventually would. I mean, I couldn’t go on forever and I will be the first to admit it … I have a Blanche Dubois tendancy… I want to look younger then I am. As sad as it may be, I have decided to stop revealing what my true age is (34) to people. Why? I don’t know. 34 isn’t that old. 34 isn’t over the hill (although, is almost nearing middle age?).
This is all well and good mostly because I don’t LOOK 34 or I’ve been told lied to about.
It has been true for several years. Much to my glee, I looked older when I was in highschool and was able to go through the drive thru cold beer & wine uncarded but I knew it had to eventually stop & when I was ID’d at 22 to go see Scary Movie, I knew it did.
From then on, it was alway assumed I was younger then I really was. At 30 when I was asked my age, I would reply with “How old do you think I am?” and would get “25″ as an answer to which I replied Sure! (sounded like a nice round number & I didn’t want to dissappoint the 24 yr old).
And it’s held tight.. due to b-rock being 8 years younger then I was, it was assumed we were around the same age and as of late, it’s held fast at 28. Sounds good to me…. I’m still in my 20′s according to your eyes.
Needless to say on my 34th birthday, a better treat couldn’t have happened…. I got to work a Golf Tournament. For anyone that knows me, would know that I would rather poke out my eyes.
(hate golf, have never liked it. The only jollies I got on the fairway as a child, would be when I would speed mock 2 down the course & then slam on the breaks causing the cart to pull a 180… just ask my dad. No, the rents made me tag along with them and WATCH them golf. Aside from the cart driving, I would count the hordes of clubs my dad lost in the lagoon due to his temper. He still claims that it’s a ‘relaxing sport… HOWEVER, it has been noted as of late, that I was to go to the driving range… I need new activities.)
Anyways… on my day, I worked a tournie for the board that I am a member of. The usual, check in, set up & then driving the cart around delivering beer. Thank goodness it wasn’t required that I remain dry.
When approached and asked how i was finding my day, I could only answer with “WELL, I don’t have my tiara”. I really don’t know why I said that. I think it’s because I’ve been on this kick lately about being a princess because of a comment my chiro which will for another post for another day. Regardless, after I commented, I took off on the cart to deliver some delicious bass beers.
I came back to find another member had since ran out to the dollar store to purchase me a tiara, wand, & sash.. in true princess fashion. Ok, so i was drunk at this point, i donned the attire. It’s now very aware to everyone in my presence that it is my birthday.
To which I was asked……. How old are you? I ain’t falling for that .. I’d rather play coy. How old do you think I am? Not telling… and GUESS!?
Yea, don’t ask them to guess because they will & they will say a number that well, SUCKS…
31… right? I was asked. uhhhhhhhhhhhhh sure.
and then i had a heart attack & fell down. 31! 31!>??? K.. fine. so it’s younger then I am but do you understand what that means? I now look like i’m in my 30′s??????????????????????????
seriously?
great. super. happy. I may as well go buy that eye cream now. It’s down hill.
Thank you for that self indulgant post. I am and will always remain shallow.