I've seen The Hangover twice in theaters. And both times I was carded.
I'll be 26 in less than two months.
Really young me.
Yes, I know I'll love this when I'm 40, but I like to think I pass for a credible adult. At least someone in college maybe? I often don't feel like an adult without it being questioned. I still have no idea what I'm doing half the time and feel like I'm just playing the grown-up game, so I reason that if I could at least look the part...but apparently I don't.
And while I often can't shake the feeling that I'm still mentally 16, and can't convince movie theater attendants otherwise without an ID, I also feel quite old. Or maybe just boring.
I never really had a "wild" phase but there was a time when my Saturdays lasted until 3 a.m. and involved Walmart bubba kegs, vanilla vodka and the routine. Now, my social life has dwindled to $5 movies at Tinseltown, family gatherings, cookouts and 1 a.m. is a late night. I love all of the above, really I do, but we're still young and childless, shouldn't we be hitting up happy hours?
Example, tonight Lee and I are going to a concert (Blue October!). That's fun, young and hip! But I'm kind of hoping it will rain so I can just stay home in my jammies and watch the new season of Project Runway (so excited!!). (Lee's also hoping it rains so there's not much of a crowd.)
I have a plastic snake in my garden to keep squirrels out too.
But then, that's kind of the way I've always been. I spent my first few Saturday nights at college falling asleep on Caitlin's floor while watching a movie. Yet I know I still have the "party" in me, as evidenced by my "alertness" late into the evening at Jenn's bachelorette party and the magical return of my sweet dance skillz.
Besides, when I fall into bed, whether before or after midnight, I'm always pretty happy with my life, which is more important than looking like you're old enough to watch an R-rated movie.