Twenty-six And Nowhere To Grow

Yesterday the new girl from work asked me to join her for a night out of drinks and food. On a Monday.

Normally, I would be apprehensive about going out on a "school night." But I decided "What the hell," and met her out. Besides, she was kinda cute.

It turned out to be pretty cool. I met up with her and her friends at a place somewhere in Alphabet City. Every time I go to a new bar, it makes me think of the places I want to own someday.

The atmosphere was cozy and laid back. There were girls everywhere. Not bad for a Meximo, I have to say. And the drinks and food were FREE. Definately not bad.

What was funny was the whole night I was sitting in front of these younger girls and something was striking me funny. They were cute and all, but a little on the kiddie side of things. One of them kept scooping ice cubes into her sangria. The other one didn't really talk much but kept giggling next to her friend. And the last one couldn't help but talk about how grown up she was.

Then it hit me after the second drink. These girls are only 18, I thought to myself. Is that what 18-year-olds sound like?

I instantly felt old. Not really like I should be retiring old, but just a wee bit out of place.

Then my friend from work kept poking fun at me when I said I needed to go home. It was 1am. I had to be up for work in 5 hours, and all she could say was that I was a pansy. Ohhhh, that's when it really started to hit.

But I'm 26, I thought. I'm not THAT old, right?

Right?