I am not old. I don't think anyone who is still in their twenties or thirties should even begin to consider themselves old. But today I got a little reminder that maybe I'm not quite so young: my first ever Social Security benefit statement. That's right, if I were disabled today, I'd get benefits. And a decent amount at that. Something to be said for starting to work at age 16 and going full time at 18 I suppose. But it made me feel old, and on top of my "real world" job, it made me stop for a second and think.
But I didn't worry about it too long, and as vindication of my un-aged status I was given a little encouragement tonight. While working our way slowly to the door at the Scottrade Center after the Bills game, Brendan was trying to finish his big expensive beer. With about 4 good gulps left he handed me the cup. I began to chug it down when the usher looked over and said, most seriously, "are you old enough to be drinking young lady?"
I stared him down while I slammed the rest of the beer, and almost thanked him. Apparently I'm not too old if I still pass for not-yet-21!
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That's funny you should bring up the feeling old thing, because I just got a message on facebook from one of my ex-girlfriends (now 21) who was 15 when we were dating. She said she felt old. I guess that makes me ancient! But, I get carded still, too. In fact, the other day, I got carded for buying bloody mary mix. Not a bloody mary, not vodka and bloody mary mix, just the mix. And the cashier at Schnucks carded me. Seriously? I have to be 21 just to buy the mix? Ok then...
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