I really don’t feel as old as THIRTY-SIX sounds.
Dang, another year shot to hell. Oh, well. What’re ya gonna do?!
Last Friday Hunky surprised me. He wouldn’t tell me where we were going, only that I needed to dress up. He took me to Ames to see The Nutcracker. Very cool.
I invited a bunch of friends to 5th Gear tomorrow night to celebrate. I’m going to have a button made that says, “No matter how much I beg or plead or cry, do not, I repeat, DO NOT, buy me a shot of Tequila.”
So. 36. Eh, not as much a big a deal as 35 was. I’ve put the check mark in the 35-55 demographic instead of 18-34 for a year now, and it’s not near as traumatic as I thought it would be.
This is me.
Not much has changed.
I still get that look on my face when I get drunk and happy.