h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Oy vey! The things I've learned today!

It's my birthday, 43 and not a regret yet (though I certainly wouldn't *argue* if my butt were to suddenly reduce itself to the size and shape it was 20 years ago, and the rest of my body to follow happily along)

Reality: We did jazz brunch. It was lovely. 30% chance of rain, and most of it was sunny/cloudy, breezy and gorgeous. There was Big Band--lots of Glen Miller I had ze beeg bottle o'wine to share with my friends. It rained, all at once, but we had my 3 beeg umbrellas, so that was ok.... until the band decided to break down! So we broke site, dashed for the car, headed for the Irish Pub right across from the beach. Good lunch, brilliant martinis cider, irish coffees. Mid-afternoon, and a couple of friends had to break off towards other engagements.

So the rest of us came to my place. No prob-- I'd cleaned and made a 'fresh' start for *my* new year over the last couple of days. *I* had espresso martinis, of course. My other, *younger* friends had decaf tea. But that's ok, they have health issues they have to beware of.

Then things got real. *sigh*

My longest friend broke out the non-sugar, high protein snack bars that they all could eat, diabetics, thyroid-issues, and all, and she sliced a sampling up , arranged 'em on a platter, looked at me and said" You know you're getting old when your birthday dessert is powerbars."



I hadn't thought of it *that* way.

But, it wasn't *me* who ordered powerbars rather than tiramisu, so what the hell. I figure I'm just cruising along more smoothely than some of my more slender-butted friends, right?

Right???????

So then, shortly into the following conversation (where everyone had *opinions!* regarding the merits of the varying Powerbars, and they dragged out the 5 wrappers to compare ingredients!!!!!!) the disussion moved on to the value/high points/disturbances related to colonicss. Enemas with careful attention to the outcome, in other words.



Now, I *know* I'm getting up there, and I *know* (really I do, though some might say I'm in denial as far as not being a debutante anymore goes, but, hey, debutante has many options, but...... HOLY SHIT!)

What happened to all my friends over the last year??????

What Time Warp did they dance through?

How the hell did one year turn them from relatively stable, partying, 30-something-souls to Powerbar Sucking,High Colonic Opinionators *AND I DIDN'T NOTICE*??????

ARRRRRRRRRRGH!



*breathing now*

ok. I tend to be the most colorful amongst my friends. No prob.

I tend to be the least 'planned' amongst my friends. Also no prob, as their lives are sometimes fraught with unhappiness due to thwarted plans, rather than to things not going well.

But shit, when I was asked about my plans for the future I rolled out Odetta Flambeaux (which'll debut in another seven years or so, for when I'm 50(ish)! They *liked* the idea! And they're contemplating colics for their future highlights!

ARRRRRrrrrrrrrgh!



There's a misconnect somewhere. Is it in me?

Am I a dinosaur?

If you're a dinosaur, what does that make me?

Pah, you're as old as you feel, and anyway, getting older is better than the alternative, 'cos I like living!

My mom was 86 on the 1st, so for her too.

MoGgie<---non-calorie, tuck in!

Thanks, GB!

I spent yesterday shaking the sludge from my brain-- too many espresso martinis after the bottle o'wine at jazz brunch *really* zapped my head.

Today I'm starting a 'sensible' diet and exercise plan that should de-balloon my butt somewhat by the time I make it to your side of the universe next spring. *Gotta* get sensible sometime, even though it's my nature to resist.

Is there any hope that you might be able to make it to a meetup somewhere while I'm there?

Happy Birthday MoG!!
Big Kiss.
I did find your account rather funny. I could HEAR how shocked you were.

Alex.