Turning 29

Last Friday (August 27^th) Mike entered into his last year of his beloved 20’s. I wish I could say he did this gracefully and with ease – but then you would be asking why I would find this amusing enough to post on my blog.

For Mike, as he enters his last year of his 20s, things are starting to slow down and the signs of aging are starting to show. Slowly, Mike has been forced to come to terms with the fact that although he may think and from time to time still act like a young buck, the body is starting to show wear.

The hangovers have gotten more painful, the metabolism doesn’t seem to be turning over as quickly as it once did and the first signs of grey hairs are starting ………in fact in the week prior to his 29^th birthday Mike had two things occur

1) He found his first grey hair

2) He fell in the bathtub…………..sober.

The morning started off like any other morning. I got out of bed first, jumped in the shower, and Mike made coffee and inspected the kitchen for cockroaches.

Mike was next in the shower. From the bathroom came the drawn out word Fuuuuuuuucccckkkkk!

I went in, to find the shower curtain and rod pulled down on the floor, the shower running, and Mike sitting on the floor of the tub – naked.

After checking to make sure he was okay, I started to laugh

Mike, not amused, put together a slew of not so nice words and ended his sentence with “it’s the fucking soap you bought”.

I continued to laugh, and then thought about getting my camera. But refrained, as really this wasn’t exactly a pretty scene.

Mike eventually got out of the tub and after drying off and getting dressed, came into the living room and decided it was time to reflect.

The following epiphany in the words of Mike:

“You know I’m turning 29 in a few days and I just fell in the bathtub. I am feeling very sorry for myself (actually I inserted the last line. I have come to the realization that my body will no longer allow me to become a professional skier and when you fall it hurts a little more. I am not a great man, but I am a good man. I can look back at my 20’s and say I had a pretty good time, didn’t make a lot of money, in fact I spent most everything I made, but I got quite a few good memories and stories out of the deal, therefore I refuse to have to remember this moment in the future.”

Later that evening Mike and I were watching the Soprano’s and Jr. the 80-year old mob boss fell in the bathtub and broke his hip.

Sometimes it nice to sit back and let the irony unfold.