WTF

Two birthdays today. One is a colleague's, very sweet and all but just really not my type. So I go to the restaurant, one of those places my ex would enjoy. I couldn't wait to get out, of course. Everybody was sitting at a table having drinks when I got there. Drinks and a table rarely go together in my book, although I must admit there are occasions where it might work. This was not one of them though. I had a drink, a below average lychee martini and left. Felt bad in a way because the birthday girl was paying for the drinks and she was sweet to invite me, but the truth is I am getting very particular about how I spend my time and I am not very good at handling boredom. So I went over to Dawn's, the other birthday girl. This guy was there. Eventually we all got in interesting conversations on politics, morals, the works. He said he was 12 in 1996 ... WTF???? I moved to NY in 1999. I was 40.