Drew's Blog

if it makes you feel any better, the lady at the library the other day asked where I go to school. and people used to think I was older than I am. the most irritating part is that my mother even *told* me about 8 years ago that when I turned 25, people would think I was younger, not older. and how she's right. I hate that. and I think this is the longest comment I've ever written.

Horray for a new Drew post!

Drew, it's so funny that you wrote about this. I'm up staying with my parents for a while, and I've been mistaken for my younger sister literally everywhere I go. The thing is, she's 10 YEARS YOUNGER than I am and still in high school. I am married and have a toddler. So I try to take it with a grain of salt, but I can't help but feel a little defensive about it. In my head, I'm like: WOULD IT MAKE YOU HAPPIER IF I DIDN'T WEAR MY HAIR IN A PONYTAIL????

Great to see you're posting. I've been checking. Hope you're well!

When I told the nice lady who was teaching me how to use contacts for the first time that the contacts were a graduation gift, she said, "oh! from high school?". This was after college, which as you know, I graduated from a year late. I suppose this is just the curse of being youthful and gorgeous.

i was at rite aid the other day, buying some random stuff, and then asked for matches from the woman at the cash register. she said, "no, honey, i don't think so." i asked if i had to buy cigarettes or something to get them, and she said, "no, you just ain't 18 yet." not even asking me if i was, but blatantly assumed there was no way i was 18. so when i pulled out my license that said i was 21 she said gave them to me and felt pretty dumb. but damn, that sucks.

I am routinely mistaken for a bitter, misanthropic, gin-addled, 40 year-old man pretty much everywhere I go. Once I was even asked if I wanted to use my AARP discount card.

That was the only woman that I ever slapped.

Besides my mom. And she just begged for it.

I liked Michael's post, except I felt sorry for his Mom. Otherwise, you just don't appreciate how complimentary this "age challenging" thing is. Of course, at the ripe old age of 52 (happy birthday to me), I'm rarely challenged. But it happens, occasionally, and I always feel it's an expression of pity. I'd take your indignation (because you appear too young) over my pity (because I'm obviously too old) any day. I only ask that you consider the alternative. If the clerk challenges you, deal with it; it doesn't last as long as you might wish. [I have to go now, to take my next dose of Geritol ]

Sorry, I don't know how to read these blogs; I got the signatures mixed. I guess I don't feel sorry for Michael's mother; apparently I feel sorry for James' mother. (The one who was slapped.) Hopefully, James, it's a joke. Ha ha.

OK, I'm a parent. I'll consider myself banned from this blog heretofore. (I've never been able to imagine when I'd use the word "heretofore" in an actual conversation!)

[I'm sure that Drew is beating his head on the desktop.] I apologize, Drew.

You don't know about my mom.

Nobody does except for me.

That was hurtful.