I'm Not Too Old For This!

Last summer, before I moved to Croatia, one of my best friends came to LA to visit me. We spent the entire weekend going off to the beach and restaurants, night clubs and Disneyland, all the while screaming, "We're not too old for this!" Since we are in our late twenties, the idea of spending all day at the beach and then going dancing all night just to get up a few hours later to spend the day at Disneyland seemed hard core. When ever one of us wanted to just lay down and sleep we would scream, "We're not too old for this!" And then we would be on our way!

Fast forward a year later and I find myself wondering if I am, in fact, too old for this. The last summer I spent with my sister here in Croatia was in 2007. I was getting ready to graduate from University and I knew that that was going to be my last summer vacation in Croatia in a long time. I was 23 years old and wanted to have the summer of my life. My sister came with two of her best girlfriends and we proceeded to go out every night to the bars. For ten days straight, we went out to the bars and wouldn't come home until the wee hours of the morning. That's the record that we have and we are quite proud of that record, but now, there is no way I could ever do that again.

In my head, I'm screaming, "I'm not too old for this!" But my body is definitely saying something entirely different. Last Saturday, I decided to get all dressed up and go out. I had a tight red dress with extremely high heels on. My hair was done and I put makeup up on; I definitely made sure I looked my best. I mean, come on, I'm single and it's the summer! I also really wanted to go dancing because I hadn't been dancing in nearly a year. I was determined to have an amazing night!

As I walked into town with my tight dress and ridiculously high heels, I couldn't but laugh at myself. If you ever visit Old Town Dubrovnik, you will see that the main street is cobblestone, which doesn't make it the easiest place to walk in four inch heels. Imagine trying to walk in a sexy manner as I shake my hips as I walk, yet at the same time try to watch where I'm walking because at any moment I could totally eat it! As I was walking down the main street, pretending to be super sexy, all I really kept imagining was me tumbling to the ground and showing my who-ha to the world. I used to wear heels all the time in California but I'm in a different ball game over here. I have to worry about hills and cobblestones, and draw bridges....damn medieval town! I think what also got me was the fact that, the main street acts as a runway of sorts. People sit at the cafes on the side and watch as all the people walk past. Many a women do quite the catwalk while walking through the Stradun. I'm no different. I used to do it all the time when I was younger and I started to do my best catwalk walk when suddenly, I stopped and though, wait a second, I'm not 20 years old anymore. I'm 29! What the hell am I doing?! I'm too old for this shit! Which was proceeded by my next thought of, screw it, I've watched enough of America's Next Top Model, I can totally walk a run way.

When I met up with my friends we ended up going a bar with a dance floor and I really wanted to dance. Unfortunately, by that point, my feet had started to really hurt from walking around pretending like I was some hot ass model. We found a little table and I was able to sit down. As I looked around, I noticed that a lot of the girls looked really young and, I think, because I hadn't gone out in a long time, I was a little weirded out by it. I definitely had the thought of what the hell am I doing. Not that it stopped me from having a good time. I ended up meeting a really nice group of people that night and I absolutely danced the night away. By the time I got to the taxi to go home, it was 330am, I was barefoot, my makeup and hair were a mess and I was one happy girl. On the way home, I was very proud of myself. "I did it!" I thought. Definitely not too old for this. I got home, slept for a few hours then had to run out to my parents house to do some work.

Since my family from the states were in town, I wanted to spend time with them. So, the next day I spent the day with them, then headed over to get some work done and finally ended up at a football match. I spent the evening hanging out with my cousin and having a few beers. I was tired, but nothing I couldn't handle. I mean, this is summer after all! I got this! The next morning I had to wake up early. When I woke up, I noticed, that I wasn't feeling one hundred percent. No matter! I will take a nap and then I will feel better. Except that, I ended up going out to lunch with someone, followed by a day by the water with my family and then dinner after that. By the time the night was over, my entire body ached. I refused to let that get me down though as the following day was the opening of the festival for Dubrovnik and there was a huge party that I refused to miss! I woke up feeling like crap, so I took a bunch of medication and slept most of the day. When I got up I was feeling much better. I donned yet another tight dress with high heels that were just as high as the last ones. I met up with my family for dinner to celebrate an engagement and we had an amazing dinner where we watched fireworks and enjoyed the night. By midnight, we went into town, by that point my feet were killing me. I went over to a bar and immediately took those puppies off. "How do those young kids do it", I thought, "and why did I just say those young kids?" We walked around for a bit and went to a couple of bars, have the time I was walking barefoot until I absolutely had to put my heels back on.

I managed to stay out until about 2am, at which point, I could no longer stand in my own heels and said screw this, I'm going home. On the ride home all I thought about was how the hell did we manage to pull of going out ten nights in a row? I could never do that now. On top of that, the heels are killing me and I would much rather wear flats at this point, just so I'm comfortable. I mean, sure my legs and ass look amazing when I'm in heels, but I'm seriously rethinking my four inch heels...

Now, the question remains, am I too old for this? Well in the four days of all the activities, I wore myself out so much that this morning I woke up sounding like a 60 year asthmatic smoker from the Bronx. I have a ridiculous cough, sore throat, runny nose, and a sneeze that never ends. I've slept for most of the day and have done nothing but watch old episodes of Big Bang Theory. It's the middle of summer and I have a cold. WTF?!

I might be a little too old for this...

Not that that is going to stop me this summer...I mean, please, I have about five more sexy dresses that must be worn before the end of the summer and unfortunately, they can't be worn with flats.