No Country for Old Women
I used to think that age was nothing but a number (I'm 44 going on 45). But 2 things happened to change that -- one, being the mother of a *very* active 2-year-old, and two, my experience on Saturday night. So I'm here in the SAT (San Antonio) for a conference and bringing the grandchild to her grandparents. And my sister came from the West Coast, so it was a mini family reunion. And no reunion is complete until my sister and I spend some time with our cousin James.We love James. Everyone loves James. James is the life of the party and makes friends everywhere he goes. So Saturday night, he wants to take sis and me to a birthday party at a night club. I was starting to get a cold, so I should have begged off, but I didn't, not wanting to be called out as a wimp.
So off we went -- me, James, sister and James' girlfriend Gina. The club/cigar bar was nice. It had a Cuban/Latin feel, and lucky for us, we were sitting in the back in a VIP section (yes, James rolls like that). The place was packed. They had a live band that played the perfect mix of old school, new school and Tejada (a music unique to Texas) music.
But the average age of the people in the club had to be around 25. The women were dressed to the nines and the men were fly. I was amazed that people were actually smoking, since most places in the DC/MD/VA area are smoke free now.
And watching all this made me feel *really* old. I watched the women trying to attract attention and the men trying to make a connection, and it all seemed a bit hollow. I'm glad I went - it allowed me to see a slice of life I gave up long, long ago. But I was really glad to get home and just snuggle with my baby.
posted by Benet @ 5:57 PM
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