I went out tonight to see the boys of Tic Toc Tokyo and Spiral Stairs with my new flatmate Chrystal. As we got to the door we were greeted by security who asked for our I.D. Aw shucks, really?! Damn, I forgot it at home. I didn't even think of it. *start of panic attack*
Bouncer looking at me with a straight face: No, not you, her. *super quick end of panic attack*
Memories flood back from our trip to Melaka in Malaysia. At one point, on our way home, somebody asked the taxi driver to guess our ages. This is after he asked why we weren't married already. Don't get me started on that subject!! Anyway, he turned to me and said, while pointing his finger at me - "Her, she's old..." WTF? How old did I look?! "Too hard to tell with white people." How rude is that?!
Anyway, I fully understand that I'm getting older. That still doesn't change the fact that I'd still like to be asked if the person I'm with is!! Sheesh. Grandma ain't ready to take out the knitting needles just yet!
End of rant.
