That said, I am actually looking forward to seeing MOACA. Having recently joined the 50 Plus Club, life seems to have turned into a constant reminder of the fact that I am no longer young (AARP mailings, handfuls of vitamin supplements, emails from my HMO to schedule this test or that one...). Also, I am finding myself dealing with much younger people constantly - one day, I said something about Grace Kelly to a very young co-worker, who looked at me blankly and asked, "Who is Grace Kelly?"
And then there's that damn commercial with the fifty something guy who waxes poetically , "I can't believe it happened to me, a heart attack at fifty three." Shit like that makes me long for Viagra ads!
Sometimes I feel like the whole world has suddenly moved on, leaving me in the dust. For instance, the other day I was reading about this year's Grammy nominees... I had no idea who half the people mentioned were, and am pretty sure that I was not familiar with any of the songs being celebrated.
*There was this great episode of The Sopranos: Tony Soprano is at a funeral and he is talking to the son of the man who died (who is approximately the same age as Tony) , and the son asks , "You know the worst part about losing a parent? - It puts you at the front of the line". Amen to that. My folks are still hanging on, but I've lost most of my aunts and uncles - hell, I've even lost a few of my contemporary's.
Sometimes, I scan the obituaries and when I see people my age or just a few years older listed, I get a sick feeling in the pit of my gut - what a drag it is getting old.
I don't think I like being this close to the front of the line, does anyone want to get in front of me?
Damn it: Ray's a year older than me, but he's still got a great head of hair, Andre is one handsome man, and Scott is still sexy as all get out...