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I glimpse into my past

So I went out with my ladies last night and had a fantastic time and a lot of laughs. We sang and strutted down to the 4 corners and hit a patio to enjoy some pints.
As we sat there, fully dressed in jeans and tanks and sweaters, I couldn't help but notice how young the girls around me were. They were lovely and beautiful and young and fresh, and forgot their pants.

Is this what fashion is these days? I think the girls where t-shirts and call them dresses. and clearly they can not be sporting panties- due to the fact they had no underwear lines.

And it brought me back. Back to my fresh and young days and sporting my own style (which was everyone else's style) of wearing wife -beaters as skirts. tank tops that were far too short and flimsy and I am sure now, see-thru.

I loved those days when I felt sexy and daring and ridiculous. I am grateful for the girl who looked 12, but was really 19 ( or supposed to be at least) with the black t-shirt dress and no panty lines. The girl who enjoyed catching the gaze of all the men - young and old.... I loved getting caught up in the 20-something drama, as I watched in my 30 something me, sporting my own drama. But nothing quite as fun as hers - as she was slinking up on some boy who clearly said something she did not like...

I loved catching the moment when she clearly had enough and spun on her heel and marched up to a table of more 20something boys to lean over just a little too far and enjoy it all just a little too much.

The image of the rejected - as he tossed his beer can (yes- he was drinking a tall-boy at the pub) over the fence and started his seething dance, shifting his weight from one foot to the next... his furrowed eye brow  as he watched his prize get swallowed up by a table full of testosterone.

Oh the excitement and spiciness of it all. I am grateful for that moment that I caught; and could recall a time when I was that girl... and that was the drama in my life.

Now my drama is bills, and kids and oil changes and financial boringness and how much to put in RRSPs and meeting work deadlines.. office politics...

I am not sure if I felt connected to her - or that kind of spit-fire act but I loved being a witness to that.

Thank you young thing - you more fantastic than you will ever know.