Feeling Old

Okay, I admit it, I am finally feeling slightly old. Sad, but true.

It is 2 in the morning and I just arrived home from an evening at Compadre's Cinco de Mayo fiesta. However, every chance I had this evening, surveying the young crowd hoarding the bar, I could not help but feel:
1) underdressed and certainly not-hip (though I admit, I did not get to change clothes like the rest of them since my surfing adventure earlier this afternoon with Maya)
2) like the oldest, most unfashionable girl at the bar

I would like to say one thing: I look young for my age and now that my hair is short (shorter than chin-length) I look like I could be in college--maybe even high school. However, what is up with the full-on make-up (especially mascara) and the pointy heels girls wear (that can honestly drill a hole in your foot if you're not careful)??? I kept looking down at my ordinary "slippers/flip-flops" and felt rather unsophisticated.

Of course Iris sleeping in the car did not help the situation, as I felt like I was abandoning my child and checked back every hour just to make sure she was okay.

Can one ever feel "too old" for going out to bars? And, I wonder, do men feel age more than women maybe?

I couldn't help but overhear an older male at the bar who remarked, "What's up with the ice luge? Are we in college or are we out of it?"

My thoughts exactly... (though I have to admit, I used the luge not with my mouth, as I had romanticized it in my head, but with my plastic shot glass).

Yes, Maya and I did enjoy the luge. At least we are still young-at-heart if but a bit old.