The Crypt KeeperI am getting far too old far too fast.
This past week-end I was invited up to a friends cottage at Mont-Tremblant, a mountain ski resort about 2 hours north of the city. I used to ski there a lot when I was younger, but I sadly haven't gotten to chance in recent years. While I didn't end up skiing last week-end, I did enjoy sitting by the fire, reading, watching movies, wandering through the little town, and playing board games.
Now how does this segue into my geriatricness?
Well, Friday night my friend and I decided to head on in to the village and go dancing at one of their small and rather cozy clubs. We shared a bottle of wine, bundled up against the freezing cold and gusting wind, and walked down to the bar. Upon getting carded at the door (immediately a bad sign), we both quickly realized a very sad truth:
The average age of the club-patrons had to be around 19 years old.
During the course of the night, I got chatted up by a few boys - most of which thought I was 18 years old. One of them, at 19 himself, didn't know what a grad student was - "graduating from what?" Two of them needed their friends to approach me for them. Funniest of all, one got his friend to tell my friend to tell me that he was interested. heh. Oh how I had forgotten what it was like to be in high school!
I guess there's a slight silver lining to my aging cloud: though I'm old, at least I look young. Almost too young, as someone the other day in the elevator in my building told me I looked 14. I can't seem to win!
As for this weekend, I get to see my brother and his (squeal!) fiancee! whee! They're coming into town, and I can't wait to go bridesmaid dress shopping!