older and wiser? or just older?

This past week I went through a revelation: I am getting older. All my life I've surrounded myself mostly with friends and partners that were generally older than I, so I've always been the baby. However, this week I found out one of my friends from Uni is engaged (a male no less, whom these days tend to marry later, if at all), I held my gfs newborn for the first time (I'm definitely NOT a natural), and I went to my first 40th birthday party (not related to me). Then, I realised...I'm getting older. I'm in no rush to force the process, I know all girls say that, but I really am not. I think it's mostly because my mother whom was a successful business woman (rare amongst her now chinese, tai-chi group of frds who have spent most of their lives raising their kids on their husband's money, who lives in China aka si lai) and she always reminded me to push the boundaries to create my own independence. Even til this day, she writes me emails telling me to be humble in happiness and work hard to make your own footprint. I'm still en route, therefore, in no rush to accelerate forward (...as Mass breaths a sigh of relief, lol).

Despite this all, I am still getting older and cannot fight signs of old(er) age. An example was this past weekend. Typically, my wknds spent in London are pretty simple. We have dinners and brunches planned and we're very happy people. However, we had some good friends of mine in town for the week/weekend and went out for a celebratory 'party' night on Sat eve. I'll be honest with you, by the time 10pm rolled around and I was putting on my outfit, I was pretty darn beat, and ready to throw in the towel. Nevertheless, I pushed through (the agony, the pain, and the muscle aches), and headed on out. Went to a club, Merah, which was the former Crystal. I went to Crystal about 2 years ago and saw the owner of the Chelsea football team there (with 6 security guards surrounding his table), shared a bathroom with Mel B from the Spice Girls, and saw that Hayden whatsherface (short term memory failure, another sign). Not that I'm a HUGE celebrity follower, but I mean, if these guys think it's good enough, who am I to think otherwise?

Last night, when we got to Merah, what a total joke (imho). If it weren't for the company, I would've walked right on out of there. Completely revamped, Merah was packed to the brim with 18 year old rich kids at tables grinding and dry humping each other. What once was a beautiful light show on the ceiling, became a dingy, unkept, unorganised, teen fest. I swear Mass was the oldest person in there, well except for the odd grandfather who came with his choice prostie that night (I'm kidding...uhhh, no I'm not). Luckily one of my good friends, and our friends eventually walked in (Anthony, I hate you), and in combination with the good mixes of house and rnb, I was pretty happy. The slight inebriation also helped things move along.

Maybe I just need to accept that life does move on, and days of dry humping and i'm-too-cool-for-school-that's-why-I'm-wearing-my-sunglasses-indoors, are the cool new things to do and I'm just hating on the better way of living because I can't keep up.

Then again, maybe not and if I do choose to go out, I'll just find another club to frequent.





Wearing: Maurie and Eve gold top, AA leggings, Roberta Freymann necklace, vintage gold bracelet, Pearl earrings from mommy, Cartier tank watch, Mac lipstick, and BCBG Mendel wedges

Ciao ciao, from the old age home.