At last night’s Clay Walker concert, during a particularly exciting crescendo in the music, poppers with colorful streamers were released into the night air. The colorful streamers caught on the breeze like slow motion fireworks, fanning out over the crowd and drifting slowly to the outstretched arms of the fans and all I could think was; well, I sure hope they have someone to clean up that mess.
At the dance later in the evening I managed to stay on my feet until midnight then, my arches started aching so bad I could hardly hobble around in the really cute, if not painfully uncomfortable, heels that I was wearing and I had to call it a night.
This morning, I slept until almost nine o’clock and didn’t even manage a shower before the parade.
This evening, Hugh, The Teenagers, the Man-Cub and I attended a BBQ at Phoebe’s house along with another of my college roommates and her kids and, despite being in the company of two of the women I love most in this world; I was home and ready for bed by 11:00.
Tomorrow, we have a full day planned; parade, rodeo, carnival and, yes, another dance. If I manage to make it past midnight without turning into a geriatric pumpkin, it will be a freaking miracle.
Old age, it ain't just for senior citizens anymore.