so not cool

i came to the ugly realization on monday night that i am so not cool anymore.  i am so far from it.  i am the person i used to make fun of when i was in my twenties or even when hendrix was still a baby and i was working at the buv.  i also came to the realization that you can hold onto your coolness until your baby is mobile and has an opinion.  basically, once they won't sleep in their carrier while you have lunch with your girlfriends or dinner with your lover...you're screwed and you are done. done. you will then be spending all of your time chasing said baby around, cutting up food, taking them to the bathroom, and talking about monster trucks.
folks without children...you know that couple that walks into the hip, beautiful restaurant/ bar you are hanging out in?  you know the couple.  the ones with an almost gleeful, "we're free" look on their face.  the lady has nice dress on and the dude's got a polo on.  they might even get a little too tipsy, too fast.  well, you should be nice to them because they are on a date and they are pumped to not have to fill a sippy cup. or how about the group of ladies that showed up in the minivan and are a little overdressed? this is their girl's night, yo.  and these ladies just want to be in a pretty place with pretty people without cleaning their kids butt.  however, this realization does not mean that i will be wearing be-dazzled butt jeans anytime soon. or ed hardy. i do dream of getting a minivan, though.  also, i am still thrilled i had so much damn fun in my twenties.