Recently someone referred to me.. as in ...a sentence... as old girl. Like, check out what old girl said ... or did... or whatever...
I've heard this phrase before, typically said with a British accent as in "Come on old girl, let's watch some telly." (Be sure you said that with your best pretend British accent, or your real one if you are one of my friends from that fabulous side of this world.) It is not a particularly unkind or even upsetting reference - but then again if you say just about anything in a British accent it still sounds nice. All so Bond, James Bond-ish. But the point being once I got over the initial shock that anyone could associate the word old with me, I thought "well, I could own that phrase if I wanted".
Nonetheless, I've never felt old. In fact, I can barely remember my age! I believe I am twenty, okay maybe thirty...definitely NOT ? Because that is what this birthday was - ? You gotta love your old girl co-workers who get you a ? candle rather than actually ask you how old you really will be this year!
I started the anniversary of the day of my birth bright and early with my FREE Starbucks trienta-black -iced-tea-no water-no sugar-extra ice...and headed to my spa for a 90 minute massage and a 60 minute facial. While I was having my facial the super nice therapist asked me what my daily skin care routine is...so I told her - cleanser, exfoliant, toner, moisturizer twice daily and at night I use lots of cream. She said "well, you skin is absolutely beautiful and smooth." I said "thank you, everyday I look in the mirror I think jeez, I AM an old girl." She said, "what are you, 36?" If I hadn't been half naked I would have jumped up and kissed her...best $60 I've ever spent! The point of this is ... adopt a skin care program immediately! I've been doing this since I was about 12 when my mother first bought me Clinique. My facialist went on to observe "you must eat really healthy and drink lots of water." Umm, no! I couldn't live a less healthy life style if I tried. (Note to self, eat really healthy and drink lots of water.)
Excuse me, I'm just getting up for a glass of wine, and checking on the 5 pounds of pork ribs I am marinating in soy sauce, brown sugar, molasses and salt.
Okay, I'm back now. The birthday celebration kicked into gear about two p.m. it was time for ...
Later, we all got dressed and headed down to Galveston where we enjoyed before dinner drinks at the Tremont House, and dinner at Saltwater Grill.
A beautiful unoaked Chardonnay...served by our lovely waiter, Byron. Debra Kay offered to steal this wine chiller (when they wouldn't sell it to us)...I almost took her up on it so badly did I covet it but I thought "old girl doesn't want to go to jail on the anniversary of the day of her birth" so I declined her thoughtful offer!
Then it was back to the porch (my favorite place on earth, no matter where I might actually be on the earth - give me a porch, some wine, some Marlboro lights, some music, and I am one happy old girl.)
Debra Kay, Lauren and I were partying like rock stars and while I was telling a particularly amusing story from my past (because old girls have lots and lots of stories from their very checkered past), the back door swings open and Mr. Ken tells us to "keep it down". Well, after all it was midnight and my story was loud and super funny! So, not to be dissuaded in the pursuit of youth and partying like a rock star we did what all good southern redneck old girls would do ... we took the party to the front yard!
But where to sit??? All the "yard" furniture resides on the back porch.
So - we brought out the good stuff. I mean, literally, we spied unused furniture and we just set our stuff down and started moving it with almost no words between the three of us! Out went my grandmother's antique wing back chair, and my great Aunt's marble table from the garage, on to the driveway and we set up shop. We even strung up some Christmas lights to add to the festive atmosphere!
Imagine you are my next door neighbor and you look out your front blinds at midnight and see three (old) girls sitting in their pajama's, in wing back chairs with Christmas lights, a marble table between them, and a cupcake with a sparkler on top, all while camera flashes go off and (old) girls sing Happy Birthday!!
No, amazingly the police did not show up. Which, in retrospect, would have made this story all the more funny twenty years from now when I'm in the Old Girl's home rocking on the porch telling stories of my checkered past...and with that stolen wine chiller it would have been a riotious story indeed.
That, friends is just how an "Old (southern) Girl" celebrates the anniversary of the day of her birth.
It is just how we "Old Girls" roll.
Yep, I OWN it.
Love, the spajunkie
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