Another Sign of Growing Up

We had our big Christmas party this weekend, and I swear, I don’t think another person could have fit in our living room/dining room/kitchen areas. Several of those there have been friends of ours since we were all single, and as the three kids who were there entertained themselves with Play-Doh and coloring activities, one of my friends said, “Yeah, I never thought I’d see the day when our parties involved bringing toys to keep kids occupied.”

Then we all started remembering how our parties used to involved passing around glass rectangular baking dishes of Jell-O shots and dancing around drunk in the middle of a thunderstorm. Now we’re passing around crayons and watching kids dance around in their pajamas.

God, I’m getting old.

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  1. Nice, though, don’t you think? Now it’s our turn to help make memories for these little ones.

    Soon, we’ll teach them about Jell-O shots.

    Thanks again for the party.

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  2. And I just finished reading an ad that said up to age 35. I’ll be out of that range next month. Yesterday, got depressed while reading the sports scores… I’m older than the experienced quarterbacks like Drew Bledsoe (33).

    It’s weird for me considering I’m the youngest of three (big a long shot). Now I’m older the pros. On the bright side, hubby gets to turn 40 next month!

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  3. god…jello shots.

    watching wizard of oz/pink floyd…

    drinking green lantern…

    drunken trivial pursuit…

    disembodied hands velcroed onto breasts…

    peeing on an outdoor air-conditioner…

    a can pyramid 6 cans high and 5 rows deep…

    trying to convince people to NOT jump through the cans like evel kenevel…

    cutting jeans into shorts…

    just drinkin’ my bad frog…

    going to bed single, waking up with a girlfriend…

    driving through new orleans with god and the right hand of god…

    seeing shrugging jesus’s all over louisianna…

    huddling together for safety at the truck stop in alabama…

    petting anne rice’s dog at her house…

    seeing someone’s ankle turn in a direction they normally don’t turn…

    6 screws and 2 pins in the previously mentioned ankle…

    lucky dog vendors on bourbon street…

    bowling with the “just us” league…

    straight people becoming gay/gay people becoming straight…

    fireworks on the 4th of july at casey’s house…

    good times man, good times.

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  4. you needed the reminder…do you realize how many jello shots you did back then?

    you were heavily involved in 14 of the above instances…so don’t try and play innocent with me…lol

    i was there…i’ve seen the truth with my own seedy little eyes.

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