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The Furry Side of 30
This month I hit a milestone. I am now, officially, closer to 40 than 30.
In honor of this momentous event I threw myself a birthday party. I know, breathing for another year without major incident doesn’t actually constitute momentous. Nonetheless, I hosted my party at a bar in my quiet, boring suburban neighborhood. It’s a nice bar…not an Applebees or a TGIF, but a nice, relatively hip, neighborhood spot. This place is also walking distance from my house. It turned out to be a great night (even if I was in bed before midnight). The highlights included: 1) my sister making the trip out from Denver and 2) a beautiful custom birthday serenade in the middle of the bar by one of my friends that brought the whole place to a standstill. Without the knowledge that party would be a nice mellow affair, Paul was willing to go along with this celebration under three conditions:
See, in our relationship, I am the extrovert and he is the introvert. I actually like to think of myself as an introvert forced into extrovert tendencies. Otherwise, Paul and I might never leave the house or meet new people. To be fair, Paul can be very outgoing in a situation where he is surrounded by people he knows. Usually people he has known for 20 years. Usually males he went to junior high school with. Did I mention that he is 44 years old? Armed with my knowledge of his introvert-tendencies and a pledge to stay under budget, I sent out the evites, coordinated with the catering manager, and set out to celebrate. When I mentioned to a friend of mine where the party was going to be held, she looked at me with a look of surprise and said, “Isn’t that place a magnet for cougars?” Cougars? I wracked my brain and thought about the times I had been there. Sure, it’s in a suburban location more prone to the financially comfortable, settled-in, carpooling set. This area does lend itself to plenty of middle-aged silicon and expensive highlights. No, it isn’t the hip 20 something crowd of mid-town, but frankly I don’t want to hang out with hip 20 year old girls who are starving themselves, smoking, and grinding on the dance floor with their girlfriends in hopes of catching the eye of some cheese ball guy or a casting director for the next Rock of Love. I like going into a bar where I can actually hear the conversation I am engaged in. I like decent food and decent wine. I like something close to my house. Remember, I am actually an introvert forced into extrovert tendencies. As I thought about it, I realized she was right. The bar probably could be construed as a cougar trap. Then I was horrified. Given my new age, did this make me a cougar? I decided that in spite of the bar’s—ahem—demographic handicap, I still liked the place. I figured as long as I wasn’t contriving some bizarre Mrs. Robinson scenario with my 19 year-old pool boy, I could still host my party there, hold my head high, and embrace the advancement of middle age surrounded by the people that I love. We don’t have a pool, so I figured I was safe. Plus, I have yet to cough up a fur ball. 6 comments from 6 users
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posted by
stephabelle
on Jan 24, 2009 at 07:41 AM
Okay, so I figure now that I'm halfway to being a mom, I can sign up for the SacMomsClub. It was a great party! My husband is still pretty proud of himself that he was cougar bait that night --- he was sure he was too old to be a contender... -Stephanie posted by
AmandaS
on Jan 24, 2009 at 08:50 AM
Hey Steph, welcome to the club! I was so glad you and your cougar bait could make it! ;-)
posted by
hmoeckli
on Jan 24, 2009 at 10:49 PM
Oh my god, that's hilarious.I would like to state for the record, that if it weren't for Justin, I'd totally grow up to be a Cougar. Totally. posted by
wifemotherdaughtersister
on Jan 25, 2009 at 08:24 PM
let me tell you that it was fabulous! and thank god it wasn't at some place downtown. if i want to feel old and pathetic i will save myself a whole lot of money and try on my too tight jeans. and i thought i spotted a few smiles of enjoyment from your hub. posted by
creatress
on Jan 26, 2009 at 09:57 AM
Oh yeah, I'm with hmoeckli. If I weren't married, I'd totally be a cougar. Nothing wrong with an older woman and younger man. And no... I don't think that place was a cougar pit at all, never have! Oh, and if that party was mellow, I'd hate to see what you think a rager was! YIKES!
posted by
kellimwheeler
on Jan 29, 2009 at 12:21 AM
First let me say, Rock of Love - Bus Tour, do these women not make you feel absolutely fabulous about yourself? I LOVE that train wreck of a show. Next, I resent you designating our local watering hole as a boring suburban no-man's land! Do we not also have The Long Shot -- whose motto is: The most fun you'll have behind a gas station. (For real). Finally, I can't believe I missed my chance to be officially christened as a cougar! Maybe I'll get me some silicone to go with my expensive highlights and I'll see you back there same time same place for your late 30's B-day celebration. Once again, you hit this blog out of the park my middle-aged friend.
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