Another Birthday, Another Day

So, I turned 46 yesterday.

I was visiting my friend Matt in Pittsburgh and it wasn't until halfway through the day, when he wished me a "happy birthday" that I even remembered.

S'funny but I don't feel that old. I don't feel any age. I just feel... like me.

I wonder if that's one of the (few) advantages of not having the nice, normal, married-2.5 kids-and-a-mortgage lifestyle. I don't have the usual guideposts for marking time. I don't have to set an example to my children by being "the adult." I don't mark the passage of time with anniversaries and teething and diapers and graduations. True, I watch those of my friends' families and even my nephews, but they are remote enough to seem to have to effect on my personal timeline.

True, the gray hair outnumbers the dark hair and the morning aches and pains betray the aging of my physical shell, but the spirit inside feels no different.

Sigh.

Matt took me to see a fairly interesting musical revue in Pittsburgh, "Forbidden Broadway." As a farce, it did a good job of spoofing Broadway shows past and present. (The Carol Channing bit alone was worth the price of admission.) As a musical show it was a tad uneven. I was duly impressed with the 4-person cast with their quick costume and makeup changes. Not a bad way to spend an evening in a strange town.