Growing old(er)
I went out with friends last night for dinner and the youngest of us was about to turn 50. Our waiter was this sassy, handsome young fey boy who tickled us with his youthful naivete and good humor. We all came home and watched Sordid Lives, yes, one of us had a DVD of it in his truck – go figure. I fell asleep halfway through and had to crawl home, but I do want…