Last night our good friend Brian was in town for one night only, so we made plans to meet up with him after Michael got home from work. You remember Brian, he’s the one with the girlfriend I freaked out about. She didn’t come for the visit. I’m OK with that.
After a super busy work day and an hour of tennis, by the time Michael got home at 10 I was curled up on the couch in my pajamas, remote in hand. If it was anyone but Brian, I would have said forget it and gone to bed. But I didn’t. I dragged myself off the couch, changed into something going out appropriate and we headed off the to bar.
As we circled the parking lot searching for a space, Michael commented on how crowded the bar was for a Tuesday night. That’s when it hit me: Wing Night. The best night of the whole week when I was in college. Five girls with four bucks each could get a massive plate of wings and pitchers of Miller Light.
Guess what? I’m not in college any more. As we walked into the packed bar, aside from Brian and our usual group who gathered to see him, I recognized no one. I also noticed a significant difference between the girls in the bar and me. My cute, black, three quarter length Express shirt left much to the imagination. Their skin tight, super low cut, tops…did not.
Now I’m not judging here. I own shirts like that. I have, and still do on occasion, wear shirts like that. But still. Apparent age gap. Yeah.
It didn’t help that the whole night we talked about marriage, children and work. Who are we??
By the time we got home it was nearly 1 a.m. and by the time we got to sleep it was almost 2. Needless to say, the 6:45 a.m. alarm was met with multiple slams of the snooze button.
I? Am apparently old. Just thought you should know.
P.S. If you need a laugh, check out my guest post at Hank & Willie.
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October 10, 2007 at 10:12 am
Miriam
This age is probably the worst age b/c we’re still transitioning from stupid college kid to adult. My husband and I recently saw a girl pound shot after shot and said aloud in unison “remember when we could do that with no repercussions? When did we grow out of that?”
October 10, 2007 at 10:17 am
clinkny
Story of my life. The other day I actually said to M, as we watched a bunch of tweens cross the street in barely-there attire, “kids today!” And then I wanted to go slit my wrists because really? KIDS TODAY? When did I become that person?
October 10, 2007 at 10:30 am
La
Welcome to the club, my love. It’s a harsh realization, and like Clink, I find myself incredulous at the attitudes and the attire of “kids these days”. Maybe we should all start planning for nursing homes and get rooms all right next to each other.
October 10, 2007 at 10:41 am
bloggingbarbie
omg. hi, i know exactly what you mean. i think its because we’re still in that weird transitional age. but yes, i, too, am like…”seriously? when did i become this person?”
maybe we can get a discount rate for buying adult diapers in bulk.
October 10, 2007 at 10:51 am
libby
i know what you mean! the age of majority where I am is 19 – the result? you feel a lot older…a lot faster!
October 10, 2007 at 10:59 am
Michelle
i have shirts like that… mostly hanging in the back of my closet and i have to shake the dust off of them when i go out to the bar! i completely understand. we’re old, but should embrace it!
October 10, 2007 at 11:09 am
onebigholiday
I feel your pain.
October 10, 2007 at 11:12 am
crystall
You’re not old, you’re just growing up. Big difference. It’s a maturity gap.
October 10, 2007 at 11:17 am
Peter
The fact that you got off that couch, got dressed AND went out proves that you are not even nearly old.
October 10, 2007 at 11:23 am
Melissa
I agree with Peter. Old is when you would have already been asleep at 10. For an hour.
October 10, 2007 at 11:24 am
Jess
This happened to me, but the worst part is that I am so happy about the fact that I’m not like those girls anymore. Not feeling like a college girl anymore is one thing, but being content with that? That’s the last straw. I might as well start getting fitted for dentures.
October 10, 2007 at 11:38 am
MG
I know! It’s really sad when I realize I can’t hang like I used to. And parroting what everyone’s saying, it’s the weird transition age where we’re supposed to start acting like adults, but still really want to go shot for shot with the hottie who’s buying them.
October 10, 2007 at 11:56 am
Elle
Wow…wing night. That brought back lots of memories from our senior year. Makes me think of that silly picture from the spring formal of the CKC…and our last wing night of senior year after the senior ritual. I imagine it must be so strange going to wing night now (and also want to remind you that even when we were in college..we went to wing night to pig out and would wear just every day clothes and make fun of the girls that dressed like skanks..some things haven’t changed!)
October 10, 2007 at 12:20 pm
ashley
i was at a bar on friday night in prov, filled with j&W students. and i kept snarling whenever some little co-ed bumped into me (which was every TWO SECONDS) and complained that the bar was hot and crowded and the music was bad.
and suddenly i felt like my great-aunt who would rather be home crocheting. AH
October 10, 2007 at 12:33 pm
DG
I feel that way almost everytime I go out to bars lately! Since when did 20 somethings become grandmas???
October 10, 2007 at 12:37 pm
AP
I dont think it’s as much of getting older as it is bring a little more class to yourself by covering up more. I’m only 22 and I’ve strayed from the whole low cut shirt look etc. I get way more attention now being covered up more than I ever did showing what I got.
On the cusp of 23… I feel major old being at college bars. It’s not just the clothing issue, I suppose it’s the change in mentality.
October 10, 2007 at 1:08 pm
Lisa
The fact that I’m the same age as the “college girls” but still talking about non-frivolous topics now officially makes me feel like I’m missing out. Great, thanks Molly. Now I have to go out tonight wearing minimal clothing and talk about if or if not I should sleep with my prof. (Not, will be the eventual conclusion, don’t worry)
October 10, 2007 at 1:24 pm
sasharay
I’ve been feeling this too!! It is very strange to feel old at 25.
October 10, 2007 at 2:25 pm
kwarterlifecrisis
Umm I have been getting in bed to read at like 9:15-9:30 lately and then turning off the light at like 10-10:15. I’m quickly approaching my 82nd birthday and I’m totally okay with that. I can’t help it – I love me some sleep. Also, last weekend TB and I met some friends out for a couple beers on Saturday night and I was so excited because we stayed out until midnight. Wow.
Who’s up for dinner at MCL Cafeteria and then Scrabble at my apartment this Friday night? Say 5:30 on the dot?
October 10, 2007 at 2:37 pm
Michelle
Oh geez, something must be in the air. I just finished my post today before I went on to read everyone else’s… I think you’ll relate.
October 10, 2007 at 3:25 pm
LMizzle
I am at this stage too, but it seems like no one else my age exists at this stage in the city I live in…it’s very odd.
Wait. Maybe they’re already in an old folks home.
October 10, 2007 at 4:01 pm
mcgee
amen to that. last night, j. and i turned the tv off in the middle of a show because it was “getting late” and we had to get to bed. dude. it was 10:30. bring on the walkers!
October 10, 2007 at 4:02 pm
verybadcat
Never mind them. You aren’t old. You’re [i]established[/i]. It’s different. Plus, remember, those girls lay in bed in the wee hours in the morning and wonder if they’ll ever have what you’ve got. An education, a great job, a wonderful man, and a big.fat.rock. Here’s to not having to wonder, and to well rested brides!
October 10, 2007 at 4:25 pm
cdp
I had many of the same thoughts when we went out on Friday night. I used to feel really old when I observed the other girls in a bar with observations such as the ones you have made here. Now? I have the same type of thoughts about even the guys that hit on me.
Friday night I was all about throwing down and all day Saturday I thought I was going to die. I bought Benj a new video game to the tune of forty bucks just because I needed THAT BADLY for him to be quiet for a little while. Forty bucks well spent, my dear.
October 10, 2007 at 8:19 pm
Dani
Let’s here it for the depends!!!
October 11, 2007 at 4:46 pm
elysa
I hate it when I am reminded that I am no longer that 18 year old girl who can party all night and survive for 2 more days without batting an eye
October 11, 2007 at 8:38 pm
Anna
Eeek, I think I have it worse, because I see contemporaries of mine (30-somethings who have more than one kid) in things that MIGHT AS WELL JUST BE FREAKIN MOM JEANS. Which means, am I just one comfortable outfit away from an SNL parody complete with elastic waists and holiday-themed sweaters??
October 16, 2007 at 3:27 am
Princess Pointful
It worries me when cleavage is thought to go well with wing night.