Getting Older... well kinda.

I had an interesting discovery last weekend- I’m getting older.

Not that it’s really evident, or really noticeable: my jaw hasn’t filled out, my views are saturated with the standard ‘fight the man’ which is typical with all university students (except for commerce students), my hair hasn’t started receding, nor have I been gaining weight. But somehow I am getting older.

Last Friday Jay and I went to “Men in Kilts” playing at Lydias, and we found ourselves sitting at a table filled with petite girls. And I mean young looking girls that were getting pummeled that night, and I honestly mean that they were getting smashed beyond this world with shot after shot. Jay and I were doing the standard commentary of what people were saying to one-another without actually knowing what anyone was saying. I made a comment to jay saying that the five girls sitting at our table were so obviously just 19… which turns out I was wrong I noticed that the one girl in front of us had a huge rock on her left hand, and then slowly realized they all had rocks on the left hand. Then I started talking to the one who I first noticed had a rock, and found out something ridiculous.

THEY WERE 30!

30!

30!

How could I possibly have thought they were 19? I don’t get it. Either I’m absolutely, clinically retarded or I’m slowly getting to the age where 30 year-olds are starting to look about the same age as everyone else I hang out with… This is huge! Earth shattering even!

I don’t know what to say anymore other than jay sucks at the follow through (which I guess is obvious). As he mutually flirted it up with the one decent 30 year-old, engaged, drunk woman. Hilarious.