D-A-A-B

DEPRESSION

An awful, evil, debilitating disease.

AGING

An uncontrollable human experience.

There is no fountain of youth. 

There is no magic pill. 

There is no turning back the clock.

APRIL

The month of my birth during some year in the 70s.

The month in which I will have to add another year to the speedometer.

The month where Texas experiences wicked storms and tornadoes.

If I never see rain again it will be too soon.

BIRTHDAYS

Used to look forward to them.

Now I dread them. 

Since my mid-twenties, I’ve never been a big birthday person.

It’s just a reminder I am closer to 40.

A reminder that while everyone else moves on, I go to bed each night alone.

A reminder I am another year older and wonder do I have enough money for retirement?

Dear Pinot Grigio,

It’s American Bridget calling.  Send a case to my doorstep.  Lent is nearing the end, and I can once again consume you.  And while April is a month I can’t get excited about, I need you with me.  Come quickly.

Love,
AB

 To be this age again...

$28 Worth pre-date convo

Monday, July 11, 2011.

$28 Worth and I had scheduled our first meet-up.

A quaint lil' wine bar in my n'hood.

1) Because it is close and, if the date failed, I could hit the eject button and get home swiftly and lock my doors without having to drive too far like a bat out of hell running from Freddy Kruger.

2) Because we are both wine enthusiasts lushes, or so Match pointed out to us in our profile considerations. 

11:14 am

“Good morning.  Hey, we still on for tonight, say 7:30?”

11:49 am

“Sounds like a plan to me.  Are you ready to bring your wine and cheese A Game?”

6:45 pm

“Do you know if this place is tank top friendly?”

6:46 pm

“Yes, and jort friendly too.”

7:01 pm

“I might beat you there.  I had to stop and pick up my Ed Hardy shirt I left at the bar last night.  I guess I took it off there in the midst of my shenanigans.”

7:15 pm

“That’s OK.  I’m wearing my fav hooker 6” heels.

7:21 pm

“Great.  It’s possible I will come up to your boobs depending on how hookery your heels are. I’m also running out of jokes…meet you in a few.”

And, that's how my Monday pre-date lead-in started.  

Sense of humor?  Check.

Sarcasm? Check.

Wine Gulper?  Check.

I'm AmericanBridget and I might have consumed one too many Pinot Grigios on Monday evening.