And in the final day of 2008, it finally happened. My daughter's social life, at the tender age of nine, has eclipsed my own.
Tonight, on New Year's Eve, Hank and I are going out for a nice dinner, just the two of us, but we'll be home before midnight. Daisy, however, is at a friend's house for a sleepover. They're taking her to something called a "clip party" where all guests come with a short clip (3 minutes or less) of a great scene from a favorite movie. The party host then compiles all these scenes together and plays them (edited neatly) during the party. We watched one of the DVDs from a prior year's party and it's really engaging entertainment.
So, Daisy is off at a fun and inventive party and I'm not. I'm not so sure these "golden" years are very goddamn golden.