Just two weeks to go until I turn 60.
I wonder why we "turn" to the next age.
Are we supposed to physically turn around? If so, when are we supposed to do it? At the exact time we were born?
I was born at 3:33 am CST. I don't want to stay up that late just to "turn" 60.
If I must "turn" 60, how do you propose I do it?
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Spend your birthday right here, with your friends. I've been saving a bottle of wine for just such an occasion.
Dressed to the nines in a ball gown...with flowers in your hair.
And that bottle of wine Stephen mentioned!
Well, once you turn 60, the rest of the birthdays, as I understand things, are things you "hit." I'll be "hitting" 64 twelve days from now having already hit, 61, 62 and 63. Apparently the younger years are like pages in a magazine, just sort of flip them over, or "turn" 'em but the holder you get, the harder the years come therefore you have to muster up all your strength and hit them. Yeah, hit 'em with all you're worth!
Go to Disney World. Ride rides.
-Dr. Anonymouse Sister of Anti-Wife
Happy almost birthday, Anti! You'll turn wiser, of course!
I never pay any attention to my birthdays anymore. I can't even remember how old I am. I like going backwards anyway. I'm going back to 35.
We will celebrate your birthday!!!
I'd never have guessed your age from your appearance. I guess 60 is the new 40, and it's time for serious rock'n'roll.
It was great seeing you the other night. So I'm one of the few bloggers who's seen the Anti Wife in the flesh!
Woof!
Ooh, I like Dr. Anonymouse's idea! Amend mine to...Get dressed up all fancy AND go to Disney World. Pssst--Treat yourself to dinner at the California Grill atop the Contemporary. And try to schedule it for MK's fireworks show.
...with champaigne in one hand, strawberries in the other, screaming "WHOO-HOO! What a RIDE!"
Congrats AW. I like the idea of combining all of the ideas below. Wear a ball dress and flowers in your hair to Disneyland for the fireworks, carrying wine which you can swill as you swagger through the park after your dinner at California Grill. Carry a huge jambox blaring rock'n'roll and throw strawberries at anyone who dares to stare at you. If anyone tries to eject you from the park, just yell at them, "It's my birthday and I can do whatever I want. I'm going back to 35!"
Whatever you do, have fun, you've earned it.
I'm loving all these suggestions! I hope you're all stocking up for a rousing party on 10/10!
Par-TAY! Par-TAY! Par-TAY! You MUST take pictures and share them with us.
Find a hot young Clive Owen lookalike, and spend it in bed, drinking champagne, and having hot sex. Then kick him out, enjoy your singleness . . . and curle up with your dog.
:-)
Happy day!
E
I did it last year and in retrospect, it was like any other day. And 60 is the new 40. He's right and I'm gonna read his book.
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