I just turned...um...a late-twenty-something number this past weekend. Even though I am "officially" in my late twenties, I still feel like I'm 23 or 24. That is until I meet an actual 23 or 24 year-old, with their unjaded hopefulness, youthful skin, and unfurrowed brows.
As we all left this very loud club this weekend, we were complaining like old ladies, like "That music was so loud!" and "My feet hurt!"
The descent into menopause begins...
3 comments:
Happy Birthday! Before a long night out I normally have to take a nap first :)
Happy Birthday.
a.k.a the "disco nap"
so famous with the irish
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