I saw my friend, Colleen, on Friday. I used to run into her when I went to the rec. center. I stopped going a long time ago and asked her if she's still going.
"I haven't gone since I broke my collarbone."
Okay, I'll bite. "How did you break your collarbone?"
"I crashed my motorcycle when I went over a jump."
"You do know you're 50 years old, right?"
"Yeah. My midlife crisis make me do fun things. Want to see what I did for my 40th birthday?" She angled her leg so I could see her the tattoo on her ankle. A four inch image of Winnie the Pooh. "Aren't you due for a midlife crisis? What are you going to do?"
I've been wondering that one for awhile and told her so. I can't get a tattoo because my kids will automatically either judge me or view it as permission to get their own. The same goes with any extreme sport. I don't care about cars so I won't get a sports car. An affair is out. My choices are quite limited. "I guess I'll have to go someplace tropical and consume my first alcoholic drink," I finally concluded.
"Hawaii and your first Mai Thai?" she asked. The way she said it sounded so cheap. Can I help that I had an innocent youth?
Any ideas? Just a warning - I hate Vegas so don't even bother with that one.