On Friday night, I attended my friend D.'s 22nd birthday party. I had a great time, but I realized as we ate dinner that I hadn't attended the 22nd birthday party of somebody who wasn't related to me in years.
One of the advantages of going back to school when you're in your thirties is that random people who meet you always assume that you're their age. I haven't been mistaken for 23 in years, but it's happened several times in law school. This is wonderfully flattering, even if I rationally know that it's entirely situational. However, there is always a bit of awkwardness when my true age is revealed.
At the party, I was talking with D's high school friend, N., about good birthday parties. I mentioned that my husband threw me a 30th birthday party that was one of the most fun parties I've ever attended.
"You're 30?" She was surprised.
"No, um, actually I am older than 30."
"Really?"
I nodded.
N. asked, curious now about my advanced age, "So what years do you think were the best?"
It's an interesting question, and I thought about it, but eventually decided that the answer was too complex to summarize. "I'm pretty happy now, actually," I concluded.
N. smiled. "I'm just glad to hear that it's not all downhill after 24!"
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These are the years we are in...hmmm. Check my Deep Comment in entry:
What did you say? OH! yeah~~next time just say,"I'm about fifty years younger than Dead." the slack, laffing maniacally
Sheesh, I'm way too brain tired to think up a funny and intelligent comment on this one. So I'll just chuckle weakly instead.
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