Frustrated at Forty

I didn’t want to go home to an empty house so I called people to see what they were doing. Ex Worker Friend was the only one who responded so I ran by her house and picked her up to go have some drinks. The first place we went to was closed. We went to another that only had beer/wine – I wanted something much harder than that. We went across the street to another place. It smelled like wet carpet and only had three people at the bar. The patio had more people. The three at the bar were joined by two more locals and they were just loud an obnoxious. We drove to another place – an old haunt from my younger days and drank there. It’s funny how fifteen years is lost between two people. Things I can talk about, ideas that I had, things I’ve done – all seem like good, viable ideas to her. Part of that is good. Part of that just makes me feel like an old man.
I was carded at both places so felt better about that! I think it’s because she looks so young and I don’t look old enough to be her dad – so they just cover their butts.
Together we decided that I don’t look forty. That made me feel good as well.