Last night a group of six friends met in a gorgeous house in Goatstown to play some Texas hold 'em. If you're not familiar with the term, it's a very popular community card poker game. Luckily we played with a very small pot so nobody took it too seriously.
Even though we spent most of the evening sniggering at bad jokes like school kids, I still felt a few jolts when my perceived age refused to match up with my present age. My parents had always played cards with friends when I was young so it always felt like a very grown up interest. One couple there had a child and a mortgage. The Ours and I have a mortgage too. Daisy and the Ours have both got into gardening in a big way. And a lot of the conversation revolved around cooking.
When I was a teenager I liked to think that everyone older than me had ‘sold out’ – it made me feel independent, unique and revolutionary. I still feel like I’m eighteen and I always will. But this is not necessarily a bad thing as I get older and naturally levitate towards more grown up activities and interests. Because the eighteen year old is always pleasantly surprised at how much I enjoy owning an apartment or playing cards with friends.
I lost at poker by the way, but I did take some risks and bluffed a little so I’m feeling pretty pleased with myself.
