My friend Ann turned 60 today. I just came back from her party. A helluva time. I tell ya.
Although some peeps wondered what I was doing there, (lookin' all swell 22 and all) -- seeming real timid of their actual lifecount. I kept thinking to myself they're just teenagers stuck in old gear... I mean really, we're all kids when it comes down to it... It comes out so clear and translucent at a party... It's interesting how the old 30 now seems to be the new 50. We live longer, prolong starting the "seriuos" life, wait to have babies, wait 'til we've really really "self-actualized"...
After much mingling and make your-own-dinner plate, we gathered for about half an hour to shake our middle eastern hips before it was time for cake. Yes, it is always great seeing Ann and Bill. These "old farts" (per Bill's exact horrible description) are always up to something, it being qigong, motorcycle racing, cooking, science academy lecturing, chicken farming, or sailboat-racing (and much more).
I do like them kewl "old peope".
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