49
It’s a number. Almost half a century. Today, that’s my age.
How will that play on Hinge? Who knows. I say I don’t care but I do.
Short of being able to host some forty-odd people, I opted instead to do a pub crawl along the A-line from Arts Disctrict to Old-Town Pasadena.
We made it and were on time at each stop, thanks to Bre’s spotless time-keeping and cat-herding skills. I never had to worry about a thing.
Most of the folks were from the run clubs I go to. They’re a revelation, something that has sparked new life into my life—It’s given me new friends to do things with. Together, we’ve taken a long weekend at the lake, wine-tasted, raced, socialized, seen movies. You name it. And they came out to celebrate 49 with me.
My heart is full. What a fun time. There were 39 people who came out to celebrate with me. No one overdid it ont he booze, although I did enough to feel it all day. I just don’t bounce back like I used to.
They embarrassed me with a birthday song, fed me ice cream and cupcakes. They offered me kind words and they talked to one another. Run club, old-heads, corporate job friends, web dev friends. All mixed together and doing their thing all in celebration of me. And it felt really nice.
I never usually make a big deal for myself, I don’t make an effort to celebrate myself. I was gently bullied into doing something for myself and so I complied!
Time to think about 50.