I’ve been in Connecticut for 24 years now, enough time to watch my friends get old. Well, not old, exactly. But older than what I had considered old back in 1989. I was 24 then, and I remember thinking of my 32-year-old colleagues as pretty much “up there.” Yesterday, I went to a birthday party of one friend who helped me celebrate the big three-oh way back when. He had me killing time at the mall while Paul was back at home setting up a big surprise party. Now, this friend has turned the big five-oh. It seems like I’ve been to a string of five-oh’s And next year, I’m next.
I’m inviting all my friends to next year’s big five-oh party. (Please don’t make me actually type the number.) I’m still hoping to have it at Casa Nana, which by then should be completed if all goes well. I think that makes it a cinco-cero party. Is that a thing, or did I just make that up?
For now, I’m just saying “save the date.” I haven’t actually gotten to my 49th birthday, so I can’t really [Read more…]