So I heard this annoying song on the radio by Taylor Swift. Actually that's redundant, sorry. I heard a Taylor Swift song on the radio. Talking about being 22 and how carefree and crap they are that age. And like most Taylor Swift songs, it played over and over in my head like the "Its a Small World" song. So I came up with my own lyrics. To this annoying song, but thinking about how unlike Taylor, I'm freaking 32.
It feels like one of those night...where we hit the Depot...and talk about paint colors...uh-huh, uh-huh...it feels like one of those nights where we talk about grass seed and plan our garden over dinner at Applebee's. I don't know about you, but I'm feeling 32...everything will be alright...if I go to bed by midnight...
I'll stop there, but trust me, I was coming up with more in my head as I drove. But seriously - 32? I know, I know...there are some of you out there who are saying that 32 isn't old, and I'm not saying it's old per se. It's just hard for me to say "yeah, I'm 32."
In fact, one of my staff attorneys the other day, when talking about how she graduated high school in 2005 (me, having graduated freaking law school in 2006), and I mentioned that I had been sworn in as an attorney for almost seven years now. She made some comment about how wow, I'm not a new lawyer anymore, which is true, but then she said something about me not being a young lawyer. I quickly corrected her that technically, according to the state bar standards, I'm considered a "young" attorney until I'm 35. That's three more years, dammit.
Question - since when did Full House become a Nick at Nite staple? And I heard a dirty rumor that Friends was to be added to that list? What the what?
And I swear, a part of me dies inside when I see pictures of kids in high school dressing for 1980s parties. None of them actually being alive in the 1980s.
This past weekend was a big one at Indiana University - Little 500. It's this huge basically party for an entire week into the weekend around a bike race on the Saturday. It's just a reason for college kids to drink. And when I went to IU? It was a hell of a lot of fun. So flash forward almost 10 years this May from my graduation from that fine institution...what was I doing that weekend? Oh, playing on Pinterest and coming up with ideas and trying them to organize my house. Yeah. That happened. Party up in the Nain and T household. What, what?
So while I may not be old, I kind of feel that way some days. But more than that, I'm just in disbelief. I'm going to be 32.
Ooh, ooh, here's another one...
"It feels like one of those nights...to hit up the DVR and catch up on the Daily Show. Uh-huh, uh-huh. It feels like one of those nights, where we get a sitter and go out to Olive Garden. Uh-huh, uh-huh. Yeah, we're tired and feeling buzzed after one glass...of red wine...ooooh, yeah...I don't know about you, but I'm feeling 32. The yard will be alright. If it rains some tonight."
Okay, okay, I'm done. Thanks, Taylor, for the inspiration. Go dress up like hipsters and do whatever 22 year olds do or whatever. I'm going to take advantage of the fact my kid is asleep and hit the hay before ten. Oh glorious sleep.
I don't know about you. But I am feeling 32.