Monday, January 12, 2009

Feelin' My Age (Maybe Not Acting It)

To nick the old cliché: "I'm gettin' too old for this stuff."



Since relocating to my new town of residence, I've experienced a statistical age shift in the people I hang out with. For most of my life, I've been the child of the group, one of the Pups. Now, I find myself more and more being the Old Dog.

I'm sure this is a function of being unmarried. I don't hang out with many (okay, any) married people. I have many married friends in the world; the significant phrase here is "hang out with."

Hanging out with people who are on the approach to 3-0 (unlike myself, rocketing away from it), I sometimes become involved in behavior I haven't indulged in since college.

In a lot of ways it's very fun; in a lot of ways it's very painful.



I'm proud that I could keep up with the marathon of beer that was Saturday night. I never was much of a sprinter, anyway, I just haven't been in training for a long, long time.

The sky was just starting to glow on Sunday morning as I was desperately crashing out on a near-stranger's couch. Next to me, my friend lay on my shoulder mumbling, "I have to warn you. I'm feeling a bit nauseous." Experience told me it was a false alarm, and soon enough her breathing was regular. Fast asleep.

The Old Dog looked around the strange surroundings and thought, "Man, I wish I had a toothbrush."

2 comments:

Christine Wy said...

Matthew and I have a different problem. We're married, sans children. All our other married friends have children, and, man, we're just not goin' there. So we have very few people to hang out with, ultimately. Plus I'm the only one who gets Matthew's jokes, so it can be a little awkward when we're in public.

TonyN said...

Oh, I hear that! I mean, you married types are like foreigners to me. But, parents are totally alien!

(Sorry, dear friends and youngins, you know I still love ya!)