This one's for you

I realized this week, that I am not as young as I thought I was. Seriously, I can't add apparently and was off by two years. So to anyone who's asked me how old I am in the last year, add two years please. :(

A wave of, "What am I on crack?" was my first thought at this discovery, and while I may still party hard - admittedly less often and not so much with the all night anymore - that whole age creeping up on you thing is a little freaky. 

The later (not the crack) is the more important part. Mostly I just had to throw in the crack for Jake. Also, for being a post about getting old, this sure has a lot of crack in it. I'm not on crack if anyone cares. Its not organic.

The entire week has led me to the conclusion that I am more middle aged than ever. Those years of crazy music student are fading, and I am becoming responsible. 

Proof 1: It was a little weird for me to see students I tutor or mark at the bar. Then it was even more surreal to realize that they are all younger than my brother.  My brother is clearly the youngest person in the world. He quit aging at about 12 in my mind. Needless to say, he is the more "well-adjusted" one, and has a house, farmland and girlfriend. He has become the epitome of responsibility and sure makes me look like ummm, well a crazy hippie, most days.

Proof 2: When the kid you baby sat when you were 12, gets married. Lil bit weird. When the same kid is pregnant and going to have a baby (redundancy is allowed this early in the day), that's even more étrange. 

Proof 3: When everyone else in the bar thinks that the songs are all new, but they're really just covers of songs that came out in the 70's and 80's. When you then realize the bar is a pub, you are pretty much the same age as the guys in the band. Then to top it all off, you're closer in age to the parents of the guy who is having a birthday, not the guy who is having the birthday. Oh, actually this gets even worse. The person that you're sitting with at the bar, he might be the conductor, but you have much more in common with him than any of the students. 

Proof 4: While at said bar, you can reminisce about 99 and how the school has gone down hill since then. Oh and when you both remember teachers that have retired, three deans and then go on an academic rant about how jazz today is really just a new form of medieval music. (It really is. I will write about that later.)

Proof 5: When the bar/pub no longer has a problem with giving you a tab. Not because you're there every night, but because you're "old" and not a "flight risk". 

Proof 6: Any number of list of health/sleep related things. Can't drink coffee after 7, unless you want to be up all night. Are tired at 9pm, then can't sleep until 2am, then wake up at 7am and cant' go back to sleep. Need to have an afternoon nap. Most weird when you go home to see your parents and both you and your dad fall asleep in chairs after lunch.

So enough of the whining about being old. The point is, I like being old. Getting old is almost exciting in some twisted eccentric way.  I haven't figured out why yet. I'll let you know. It probably has something to do with medieval/jazz fusion.