I Ain't What I Used to Be

Boy, you can sure tell that things change as time passes. There was a time that I could stay up for days and not feel the least bit tired. Those days are gone forever. Recuperating now takes days instead of hours, like before. I try not to do this type of thing very often and now I know why. I ain't what I used to be.
Time has changed alot of things about me. Not only my looks but my energy levels as well.

Life in the widow-hood this past weekend consisted of a birthday celebration for one of my friends. Little did I know that I was going to be "kidnapped" upon my arrival to said celebration and "forced" to stay up all night and go out to the breakfast the following morning. I should have left when I had the chance. Oh, not because I wasn't enjoying myself or that I didn't want to hang out with them, but because I'm OLD now and can't get it together after staying up 24+ hours. I should have followed the random dude's lead when he bolted for bed. He's my age, he understands that 40 somethings shouldn't be trying to hang w/the 20 & 30 somethings. Get out while you can! I ain't what I used to be.

It did, however make for an interesting night. Laughter everywhere. It can be very entertaining to watch people who are normally so quiet become so unihibited due to the consumption of alcoholic beverages. Everything was debated. Sometimes to no real end. "And your point is....?"

Breakfast was good, the company of my friends a treasure of a memory to hold onto, the little "pecks" from the random dude will tide me over until we meet again (and who knows when that will be..his schedule is a bit much). What more can a gal want or need? There are a few things but I won't get into that here.

I ain't what I used to be and you know what, Thank God for that. And even though I'm not what I used to be, I like what I am.
It's all good in the widow-hood.