aging from another angle

Last night we were treated to a birthday dinner by two of our good friend, Charlie and Carolyn.

Being members of Diablo Country Club they invited us to join them for the Prime Rib event held there (aka meat night). The plan was to meet at 6:30 on the front steps to the club. Randy and I, typically a bit early, stood in front waiting and watching as the valet attendants took various vehicles off to park. We both noticed something at exactly the same time . . . and had to stifle a giggle . . . We were clearly, and by at least 20 or more years, the youngest people there!

Was this Charlies plan? make me feel better about my age by having us party with the older set?

I don't care what his motivation was, we had a great time. The evening began with wine tasting. We actually are acquainted with the winery owner and his wife, I enjoyed catching up with her and then decided she should probably pay attention to "paying" patrons and we would catch up another time. Eventually we found our way to the dining room, had a lovely "feast" and then watched the older set "get down with their bad selves" on the dance floor. Say what you will but it always seems to be couples from a generation before us that really know how to dance. It was actually inspiring and the four of us decided that it was time we took lessons so that as our hair turned blue we would look just as graceful out on the floor.

We finished the night up in the bar (water for me) . . . we actually closed down the place as the valet's closed shop and just parked our car right in front for us and brought us our keys.

A wonderful night, and a nice reminder that life continues after fifty (and sixty and seventy and eighty . . . .)