Felt my age

Tonight we did two distinctly different things.
The first: went to a fancy-pants movie house to see the new Roman Polanski flick. This place was completely cool. Before your movie you can order a nice glass of wine and wander through the art exhibit. This month the featured artist is a local fellow and we enjoyed looking at his paintings before our movie. I notice as we are walking around that the clientele seems….mature. While you enjoy your film, you can have dinner and drinks. I had a wonderful turkey sandwich with a citrus and cranberry chutney. You know how when you go to the movies you always kind of eavesdrop on people’s conversations…okay, well, I do. I notice that all the folks around us are making very intelligent conversation, nobody is texting or playing on their iphone. Right before the movie starts, I decide to run to the ladies’ room. I turn around to face a sea of old folks. I look carefully and assess that my husband and I are easily the youngest couple in the joint! Well, we aren’t old, but I’m on blood pressure medication and he’s on cholesterol medication and neither one of us can sleep much past 7am anymore, that’s all I’m sayin’. After the movie we talk about how much we loved this place, how great the service was, how polite the clientele was, and how we will most definitely go back.
The second: met one of my husband’s co-workers at a bar/restaurant for a drink. He’s in his 20s and has been seeing a young lady in her 20s (as is the custom) and being the cupid (or nosey-rosey) that I am, I wanted to meet her. There was another couple there as well, both of them were in there mid-ish/late-ish 20s. Lovely couples. Intelligent young people. I had no idea what the hell they were talking about most of the time we were there!! Hulu? No cable?…watching TV somehow using a computer and this hulu thing. And lots of texting and looking at phones while they are talking to one another. I can’t keep up with the conversation between the technology and fast talking! I just felt like Ma and Pa Kettle. I really like to think I’m “hip” and “cool” but I’m pretty sure neither of these words will be used to describe me when the kiddos discuss meeting me! Although, “she looks great for her age” might creep in there.
The conclusion: Turns out, here it is folks, I AM OLD! And guess what? I really like it!! I like the calm and easiness of it. I like the slow conversation. I like just chillin’ with a glass of wine looking at art and eating a sandwich that has chutney on it! Reflecting on the evening, it’s possible that those people at the fancy-pants movie house weren’t THAT much older than me…nah, no way…hmmm???