Age is just a number
I have had a great Easter vacation spending it with one of my best friends, her boyfriend and 9 of his friends. All in their late twenties. A really fun group, we partied, went skiing, and just hung out. I took a couple of snowboarding lessons, and had huge success in bringing on some nice hangovers. All in all a great, fun time!
The people were really interesting, diverse in interests, professions, in fact I did try to recruit the Java developer, may have to take advantage of the shoe guy LOL, I have in mind a couple of challenges for the journalist (hoping he may be game) and my son would I am sure totally worship the fireman and of course can think of a couple of jobs the carpenter could do. They impressed me with their easy dialogue, their wonderful humor and not the least their ability to welcome me in. And of course their shock over my age, telling me and anyone who would listen that NO WAY was I pushing forty, that I have no wrinkles so surely I must be their age! As you can well imagine, any statement like that that endears them to me for life! That and their supportive nature, they gave me almost no ribbing about how long it took me to get down the slope (like 4times longer than them). My only comment is that while I love a good slush drink, snowboarding in slush was not exactly my dream scenario!
I don’t think that I could have asked for a better break, I was exhausted and am seriously on verge of burnout, I really needed to get away and do stuff I ordinarily wouldn’t do… Which I certainly did and proudly so… ’nuff said
I do not remember partying like this since I was in my early twenties. I HAD A BLAST!
I am truly grateful to have been included and have enjoyed myself more than I thought possible.
I hope to see this great bunch again and soon!!

