I don’t feel like a grown-up, which is silly as I am looking at my 37th birthday in a few weeks and I am staring to notice things on my face that I might change if I was inclined to do plastic surgery. I have a feeling I will be pottering around when I’m 80 still feeling like I am a twelve-year-old idiot.
If you’re wondering what made me think of this, I leave tomorrow morning at the ungodly hour of five flippen o’fuckme clock for a business trip.
Saying you are leaving on a business trip sounds very grown-up. I imagine people that take business trips to look like Fred McMurray in My Three Sons. Serious, respectable, a good stand-up citizen. You know, a grown-up.
I am so not a grown-up.
I would eat ice cream for every meal if I didn’t know that it would make my already huge backside into something like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. In Ghostbusters. That’s a lot of ass.
But I am going on a business trip, so I guess I am a little adult like.
I will be in Lisbon for a conference. I have no idea about what. I’m hoping I nod my head at the right moments. Maybe I will wear my glasses. I suspect the work They’s think I’m somewhat capable because I wear glasses.
The work thing starts Monday so I have all day tomorrow in Lisbon. I’m thinking instead of doing any sight seeing, I may just sit at the pool and read. Maybe the last Harry Potter. . .
July 8th, 2007 at 5:12 pm
If it’s of any comfort, I’m certain the “Olsen Twins” go on business trips.