Older than I thought I was......

This is my favorite picture of the fireworks at Disney.

So we had a great time visiting Disney and City Walk! John's friend Steve joined us for some of the trip and it was a blast! I had heard that hanging out with younger people is supposed to make you "stay young" well it really just made me feel old! Allow me to recap.....

So John is 6 yearsish older than me and his buddy Steve is 7 yearsish younger than me...I know this sounds like one of those awful story problems from math in 6th grade but I will give you the answer. This means that Steve is 13 years (ish) younger than John. He's one of John's buddies from XJT and really is a blast to hang out with, however a few times I realized I had gotten old when I wasn't looking.....

We all meet up at the airport in MCO, Steve got there first, then me, then John. So Steve and I go to get the rental car while we wait for John's flight....when I realized I had become my parents....I am trolling around the rental car looking for anything wrong (scratch, ding whatever) because no way in hel* I want to have to pay because somebody else hit something...Steve's looking at me like I'm crazy...and I realized...this is what my parents would do, I used to hop in the rental car and not care! Strike 1 for being old.....

So that night we go to City Walk at Universal, hang out at Margaritaville, a cigar bar, then onto the clubs. Which I was super excited about...the last few times I've been in LAS I've wanted to go into a club or two but just haven't made it. We go inside grab a beer, and they are playing something like Michael Jacksons "Billie Jean" but it's not...though the tv screens are showing the video the music was entirely....for lack of better word....BAD....and loud. This, this was the defining moment when I knew I had crossed over to OLD. So we hung around with Steve for a while and once he met a girl (who was super nice) I couldn't run out the door fast enough...you guessed it....back to Margaritaville. Strike 2

The next morning John and I get up up about 9:30ish..Steve is still passed out cold. John, walk to McDonald's get a 2 cheeseburger meal and split it...it's cheaper, I am clinging to the fact this is because he is on first year pay, and not another sign of being old!

Manage to check out and make our way to Disney World. Have a great day at the park courtesy of the girl Steve had met the nigt before who turned out to be super fun to hang out with! We decide when we get back to go swimming. But first Steve is starving, so we find vending machines, Disney is not Vegas at 1am nothing is open! As we are wandering around I am thinking....if I eat this late I feel like crap in the morning...Pretty sure this is another bad sign of being old...Strike 3.

We head to the pool, Steve happily toting his iPad. He insists the sounds coming out of it are Top 40......and I wonder who's Top 40? Certainly not mine; it sounds like the crap from the club the other night...I am absolutely sure this makes me horrifically dinosaur age now. Strike 4.

So overall it was a blast (we love you Steve!) But it got me thinking about age. I'm not "old" by any means...I reserve that for my parents :) But I am certainly not as young as I thought I was either...