One night, while out with friends enjoying a celebratory dinner at a favorite restaurant, we, our group of 8 - 4 married couples and all a little closer to middle age than we want to admit, looked around and we realized that we were the oldest people in the restaurant ... albeit, a small restaurant.
The local restaurant is a favorite, great Mexican food and margaritas as big as your head, family friendly (during the week) and apparently a hot college hang out on the weekends. Who could blame them, with the aforementioned margaritas.
It is times like these when you discover that you are comfortable with who you are, and where you are in life.
Thank goodness for good marriages. None of us had any desire to return to that age, always looking, or looking out, for someone.
After several children, none of us have the body of a 20-year-old, but at least we know how to dress. "It doesn't matter how old you are, that dress is still too short." "Honey, even if you are 21, your thighs cannot wear that skirt, and you have no real friends, otherwise they would have told you that."
We knew to make reservations, and arrive by 6pm, before the crowds really start rolling in. And yes, we may have sat a little longer then needed, just to rub it into all those waiting college students, giving us the stink eye.
And, as our waitress pointed out, we were not the oldest people in the room, but those with the most party experience.
Which made us feel pretty hip, until we pulled out our coupons to pay for dinner. By 8 o'clock we paid the babysitter, and all sat down for a rousing game of Taboo. Our babysitter headed out, probably thankful for the cash now in her pocket since her evening was just beginning.