Yesterday I felt uber-popular. I saw two friends.
The first I met at the local swimming pool. I’ve been seen in a swimming suit about twice in the past two years, so I was nervous, but almost everybody at the pool was under the age of 10, so I wasn’t too concerned once there. And besides, that’s why beach towels were invented. To wrap around your body, of course.
It was good to catch up, I hadn’t seen her in a while.
After that I went to meet another friend downtown.
It was great, there was an art museum, a bar, and Mexican food involved.
However, then I had to ruin everything by falling asleep on the couch ridiculously early while watching Golden Girls.
And then woke up at 7:30 the next morning.
I’m beginning to wonder if I’m actually 88, instead of 22 like I’ve been led to believe.