Since I was turning 30, Sharron and I decided we needed to have a party. The original idea was to have a few people over for some BBQ, beer and games. We discovered quickly that a LOT of people wanted to come, so we ended up inviting like 20+ people. I think around 18 showed up, which is quite a lot for me. Things were looking up, the food was good, the beer was good. All I needed was for a few people to leave and then we could bust out the games. A few of the people with kids left pretty early, so that was a good start. Around 9, a few more people decided it was time to go home to the kids. A few more people turned into nearly everybody and all of a sudden the house was empty except for 2 guests. WTF? 9 PM? Our friends Rick and Kirsten stayed until around 11:30, but I think that was because Kirsten wanted to stay and talk to Sharron as she hadn’t had the chance in a while. No games were played.
I guess I just didn’t realize how “mature” this crowd is that they needed to go home to the kids (read: bed) at 9 PM!
Ha ha! Dude, all bets are off when your friends have begun breeding. I think I’ve discovered that it’s not so much what I do that makes me realize my age, it’s the people around me. Yeah, sure, I complain about the price of gas or a movie “these days” and talk about the differences in today’s music or whatever, but that’s trivial. It’s when I start counting up the number of friends that are parents, or divorced, or changing careers, or buying ANOTHER house that I realize which age bracket I actually fit into. :)
It’s not so bad. Things are good, here. But if those damn kids lose their football in my yard again, I’m keeping it!
Ha! It’s funny that you mention kids in your yard. Sharron and I have been having a lot of angst about the neighbor kids who are constantly in our yard. :-)