40

So I made it. The big 4-0. Wasn't as eventful as I had expected, but I lived thru it.

On the morning of my 40th birthday, I woke up at the usual time. There were no new wrinkles on my face, no new gray hairs, and my breasts were not dangling to my knees. I've always had this fear that absolutely everything goes south as soon as you turn 40, like some magical clock is ticking away while your smooth skin and perky boobs are completely unaware of their fate.

But nothing happened. It really was just like any other day.

My daughter and her friends took me out to a punk/biker bar in Deep Ellum. I started drinking Long Island Ice Teas at around 8 PM. I was unconscious in my bed by 11. Not my finest few hours. They tell me I had fun. We'll go with that.

So if 40 is the new 20, does that mean I'm no longer old enough to drink?