Ladies & Gents,
The body at 29 does not respond to alcohol and Halloween fun quite the same way that of a 21 year old might respond. How do you know this, you're wondering? I got my butt whooped on Saturday evening. The highlight of this adventure was carving pumpkins we had acquired from Jewel, one of which was moldy and just a little bit dead inside. And crashing our upstairs neighbor's costume party.
The low? Finding a picture online of a girl who used to help me teach summer school in Wisconsin. In the hallway of a very UW dorm (read: cinder block walls). In costume with friends. Sadly, I wonder if we realized our freshman year of college that those who are our BFFS (o.m.g.) may not be the same people we consider our friends later in life... some will still be there, but others will drift away. I digress. I realized I have the exact same picture of my group of freshman friends and two things happened:
1. I thanked my lucky stars to be 29. Facebook wasn't around until the end of my college experience and when it was, my mom wasn't on it. There's no evidence of our shenanigans.
2. I felt old. I mean, I felt old when our 10 year high school reunion happened this summer but oddly felt older when I realized that "same" picture I had in common w/ the middle schooler was taken 10 years ago. I get it, it was the same summer/fall. Something about realizing it had been 10 years since I started college was a bigger kick to the stomach than celebrating 10 years since walking away from a very small town high school experience.
The body at 29 does not respond to alcohol and Halloween fun quite the same way that of a 21 year old might respond. How do you know this, you're wondering? I got my butt whooped on Saturday evening. The highlight of this adventure was carving pumpkins we had acquired from Jewel, one of which was moldy and just a little bit dead inside. And crashing our upstairs neighbor's costume party.
The low? Finding a picture online of a girl who used to help me teach summer school in Wisconsin. In the hallway of a very UW dorm (read: cinder block walls). In costume with friends. Sadly, I wonder if we realized our freshman year of college that those who are our BFFS (o.m.g.) may not be the same people we consider our friends later in life... some will still be there, but others will drift away. I digress. I realized I have the exact same picture of my group of freshman friends and two things happened:
1. I thanked my lucky stars to be 29. Facebook wasn't around until the end of my college experience and when it was, my mom wasn't on it. There's no evidence of our shenanigans.
2. I felt old. I mean, I felt old when our 10 year high school reunion happened this summer but oddly felt older when I realized that "same" picture I had in common w/ the middle schooler was taken 10 years ago. I get it, it was the same summer/fall. Something about realizing it had been 10 years since I started college was a bigger kick to the stomach than celebrating 10 years since walking away from a very small town high school experience.
10 years?!
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| I would love to remember specific details about that night (Halloween 2002) but all I really remember is getting ready, heading to Phi Sig, and having an amazing time with my friends. And when you're 19, that's all that really matters, right? |
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| Turns out, when you're 29, the things that matter most aren't things. They're people. Like this amazing husband o' mine. Who carves ridiculous pumpkins & doesn't yell at me when I burn the seeds. Because I'm 4 Red Bull/vodkas deep and totally unaware of the oven. Getting old. It's rough. |
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| Can't tell what the questionable pumpkin to the right is? It's a pumpkin. With a Squidbillie on it. Yeah, that happened. I turned my back for ONE MINUTE and he had the thing done. |
Just take a moment & let that sink in.
Happy Halloween from Los Porchs!
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