Old age is the most unexpected of all the things that happen to a man.
– Leon Trotsky
Last night at Bacchanal, I saw R walk up and I told C that G was interested in him – and he said, “that old man?” – you don’t know it till you cross over the line into midlife or whatever this segment is called (my hairdresser in SF said it’s not midlife because we are not going to live till we are 100), that you are getting older, or you look older, or whatever older is. When I met C the other night he guessed my age at 45 – G said we don’t spend all this time on our hair and bodies to be pegged at our age. But I’m actually older than R, so when C said “that old man” – I just laughed out loud. C is 32 – when I was 32, I felt young and that I had most of my life ahead of me – 15 years later, I feel like every moment has got to count to me – it’s all got to be worth my while.