You’d think that fact would be obvious. You’d think the countless reminders with which I’m presented daily would permanently implant the message in my thick skull that I’m not in my twenties anymore.
Still, I forget. Still, I sometimes engage in the behavior of a young woman.
Take the evening I met Brenda and Alexandra at a busy bar on a busy Friday night right after work. This was when both my job and my separation from Alan were new and I was exhausted.
This made it much like the Friday nights straight out of college when, fatigued from my new world of 9 to 5 career building, I’d head straight from the office to home to collapse in a heap. The alternative, and this was a 50/50 equation, was that I’d go out drinking pitchers of cheap beer with my colleagues and then head home drunk as a skunk to collapse in a heap.