Tonight we are celebrating the 70th birthday of an old friend. We haven’t seen him in a while and are looking forward to it.
I remember when 70 was really old. I mean like one foot in the grave old. In a sense, it still is if you look at total life span but not in the same way it used to be.
It’s key to be healthy. Without walkers or other visible aids, it’s hard to tell what age people are. Sometimes up close and personal you can see hearing aids peeping out or notice the orthopedic platform shoes (really wish they made those) but generally speaking, unless a person has a health issue, you can hide a lot with well-chosen clothes. (Note to self: Get rid of spandex when you reach 70.)
I have friends with chronic illnesses or who have survived bouts with cancer and you can’t tell their age. They are upbeat and young at heart and that is what you see. Medical conditions are managed so much better these days and a big part of aging is your mental condition.
Never, ever guess! It doesn’t matter what age someone is, it’s never a good idea unless you are running a carnival booth. Even then don’t do it to your friends. They will never talk to you again if you either overshoot their real age or are anywhere near it. If you must do it always subtract 20 years from what you think.
As a child I always looked younger because I was small boned. I hated it when someone thought I was younger. That started in first grade and included my entire 20s when I was constantly carded at bars and nightclubs.
I was carded through my 30s too. By the time I moved into my 40s, I looked young but certainly not under 21 so the carding stopped (which was almost as sad as always getting carded was annoying).
Some people think that men age better. That’s not always true. One of the biggest ‘agers’ is extra weight. Then there is the hair. If you can manage both of those you are golden no matter what sex you are.
There is the neck waddle thing. It runs in my family. Not much you can do about that. Keep that chin up and out (and try not to fling that skin around)!
I am anxious to see our friend and meet some of the other friends about whom I have heard outrageous stories. Some of the stories are so wild that I’m hoping that the perpetrators look like they could have actually happened.
Crazy stories about motorcycles just don’t fit when the guy is bald, chunky and using a walker. Hard to imagine him as a stud muffin but then again, we all have stories from our youth that no one would believe.
Sometime they are better left in our memoirs. Or maybe told at 70th birthday parties.