Magical abrupt wrinkles

This weekend was a pretty low-key weekend. Normally my girls and me would start the pre-drinking festivities at around 8 or 9 pm. This Saturday I didn’t even step into the shower until 9pm. We opted for a casual night (I was driving) and had planned to check out a few ‘new’ places. By new I mean, new to us, as we are creatures of habit and after this weekend I know why.

10:30 pm we arrive at the Peel Pub looking sexy as ever. The DJ was playing ol’ school hip-hop (Oh yes, some Biggy and Snoop). We selectively chose a table away from the young hoes bags who were close to the male burley bouncer. It took 20 minutes just to order our drinks so we started an intellectual conversation, which turned into a combination of yelling and lip reading as the music started to seem louder and louder as the minutes passed. After drinking our beer and demolishing our nachos and cheese we head off to the next stop.

12:05 am we are wind blown to Peddlers pub only to find out we need to pay cover and get a stamp as if we are entering this suave nightclub. It’s a pub with a female singer who resembled Melissa Ethridge a little too much (it was a tad scary the resemblance). We feel old yet again as we look around at the young boys and girls. We decide at this time we need something familiar and within our age group to end the night so we don’t in turn end our lives.

12:55 am we arrive at the Lower Deck. Things start to pick up as we sneak in for free since the bouncer was busy putting some drunken fool in the chokehold. We grab a beer and a table so we can ‘people watch’ for the last hour the bar is open. Instantaneously we felt young again as we spot some cougars trashily flirting with anything that resembled the male species. The grand finale of the evening consisted of us getting approached by 3 young men (read 21 year old boys). Now you think this would make you feel young especially since they did not believe we were 25. But instead it made me feel old, almost quasi-cougarish. We finish our beer and go home.

As soon as I got home I looked in the mirror and thought, am I old? Do I look my age? It’s 2:20am now and I decide a ‘do it yourself’ facial is a must. I feared the evening just magically put wrinkles on my face and gave me gray hair.