Getting Old is a Gift
A few weeks ago:
Her: Here. You want some?
Me: No, I’m good, darling.
Her: (laughing) I thought you were a lawyer, not a cop.
Me: It’s not that. I’m only have two modes: Way too much or not at all.
Decades ago, I was in a club called Club USA for work when I was called upstairs to chat with the big mucky-muck.
There was a mirrored platter – maybe it was just a mirror, I don’t remember – with a mountain of cocaine on it. They motioned for me to sit down and the fella that called me upstairs handed me a rolled-up piece of paper.
Me: No, I’m good.
Him: What are you, a cop?
Me: No. I had some earlier and I don’t wanna overdo it.
That was a bald-faced lie, I was just scared.
The clubs were always swimming in drugs but I never took any because I was a club producer not a club consumer. But I was certain I’d be seen as what I thought myself to be: A fake and a poser.
After what seemed to be forever, the main guy looked at me and…
Him: (slowly nodding) Never had one of you say no. It’s good to know your limits, kid. So, what’s your offer?
And that was the start of my twenties in NYC, which were pretty nuts. Too bad I didn’t have a blog back then.
Funny thing is, a fella joined my gym earlier this week and brought up Rain, who did have a blog during that crazy time.
Him: …I was part of all that. Like AsianAvenue.
Me: (laughing) Do you remember Rain?
Him: Wait, you’re Logan from Bachelor Cooking?
Me: That was a lifetime ago, but yeah.
Thought about that because I got an invite to a party thrown by my friends around the way.
Last time, it was me and the Gymgirl at The Time Warner Center. This time, it was me and the kid on an entire floor at the Park Hyatt.
As soon as we walked in, we saw RE Mike and his wife, Maggie.
Her: OMG, that’s your son? He’s so big now! He’s adorable.
Me: It’s good, because I’m required by law to keep him another 11 years.
It was a great night – the kid sang all the songs and danced up a storm – well, until people took note of a little kid singing along to all the current pop songs.
Her: How does he know all these songs?
Me: Heck if I know, he just does.
Then he just wrapped his arms around me and asked to go back the table.
But he spent most of the night with Maggie and all the other women I knew there at the party.
Which is just as well, because I’m worried that he might be developing a gambling habit.
The funny thing is that my buddy from around the way, me, and RE Mike used to head out on the town together and hit up the clubs.
And now we’re having filet mignon and tuna tartare with champagne at the Park Hyatt with a live band, professional dancers, and more entertainment than you can shake a stick at.
Although, it’s good I didn’t bring any sticks to shake.
It’s also good having success models as friends.
Speaking of friends, my friend Sue wrote me recently, noting that she was sad she was getting older.
Me: I get it but I appreciate the luxury of being able to get old at all. As you know, I know too many that don’t have that. So try to be grateful that I can get old at all.
Her: You’re right, that’s something to be thankful for.
Every day is a gift. And these gifts are even better when they’re with good and old friends.
Me: Thanks for always including us. We so appreciate it.
Her: Of course. We love you both.
Location: earlier today, at a swimming pool wondering if I should jump in
Music: You gotta wake up every morning, see the day as a gift
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