This weekend while waiting for a band to start in The Back Room at Cactus Canyon, we were sitting in the front portion of the club. There were the seven of us there and maybe eight or nine other people in the whole place. Melissa and I began to drink Long Island Teas and, for some reason, decided to get up on one of the little elevated areas in the corner of the dance floor. I repeat, the place was empty. I also repeat that we were drinking Long Island Teas.
As Melissa and I shook our groove things, it occurred to me that this would make a good commercial for all of those medications for women and their brittle bones. All of the people in any commercial aimed at people over 40 are walking in the park, visiting museums, gardening and eating lunch. Not all of us are taking life so easy. You just can't tell how old we are because we aren't acting or dressing like all those people in those commercials.
The same can be said for the Viagra commercials. Every commercial shows these adoring couples giving each other these sickeningly sweet coy looks as they, once again, walk in the park or do a little gardening. These commercials should be showing men hanging out at Hooters or couples dirty dancing and fondling each other in a bar in Las Vegas or New Orleans, not walking in the damn park.
As a side note, we need to do away with the term middle aged. The youngest of our group (not counting our kids who occasionally join us now) is only middle aged if, God willing, she lives to be 78. We aren't over the hill, yet, either. We're at the very top of that hill on a lovely plateau and we won't be ready to go down the other side, once again, God willing, for a very long time.
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Right on, sister. I'm creeping up on 50 but I still have a lot of vigor and desire for life.
Speaking as The Oldest Blogger, may I say "YESSS!!" We are not going to be the same old people that our parents were. If we're ever "old people" at all.
Thanks for this post.
Comfort Addict - It's that desire for life and for new experiences that keeps us young.
Larry - I plan to age as gracefully as possible while fighting it every step of the way.
I don't think the guys who are interested in hanging out at Hooter's need the stuff. Of course, I only go to Hooter's for the wings.
Hooters has wings?
I can't wait until I'm older, so I can be a dirty old man. Right now I'm just a dirty man, which doesn't have the same quaint appeal.
My father, 75, was talking to his brother, 67, in California one day. At the end of the conversation, my uncle told him, "Well, it's time to go see Alice." Or so my father thought.
"Who's Alice?" my father asked.
"Not who. What," he responded. "Cialis is used for erectile disfunction."
My father laughed.
Hey, I've been meaning to tell you and Sis' Terry that cousin Harry says they lowered the age to 50 for AARP. Not saying this as an insult just thought this could start getting us discounts at hotels in New Orleans and where ever.
Baby Sis
You are so wise for one so young.
See, when you get to be 75, like I am, well that's just middle-aged. And it keeps going up. You'll see.
Pokerboss - I obviously hang out with older men than you do.
Neal - Isn't everyone in Antarctica dirty? Oh, not that kind of dirty. Okay.
Dave - That's funny!
Bonnie - I boycott AARP on principle.
Lorna - There is no age in blog-dom, remember?
Old Horsetail - Got it!
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