Today is my 32nd birthday. Despite that fact that my 73 year old boss told me, "you're getting old," the birthday doesn't make me feel any different. But what really does make me feel old is the recent realization that as of tomorrow, Allen and I will have known each other for 14 years.Our friend Sam turned 30 last weekend and at his very enjoyable rooftop party we were talking about a joint activity for Sam, Allen, and me since we have birthdays within a couple weeks of each other. Allen and I then started talking about how long ago it was that we went to college - we were randomly assigned to be roommates our freshman year at Mizzou. It just so happens that I left for Columbia the day after my 18th birthday, which means that as of tomorrow, Allen and I will have known each other for 14 years. That is scary.
When my mom used to make fun of me and say I was getting old, I used to tell her that at least when I was born there were 50 stars on the flag. But the fact that I met Allen 14 years ago makes me feel like a fossil. I would add a picture of the two of us from freshman year, but I don't think cameras had been invented then.
2 comments:
It's too bad you aren't the same generation as matt and I.
Remember old is always one year older than what you are.
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