Party Girl
Definitely out of practice.
A family party to celebrate a double retirement at the weekend and I'm still in recovery mode. Worse still that's despite playing the part of the no-drinking driver and being home and tucked up in bed by 11.30pm. It was a great night for dancing, even if I did find the music several decibels louder than I might have chosen but my knees continue to pay the price. My throat too still feels hoarse from all the shouting over the sound system.
Well for an hour or three it was good to recall that this is how the Saturday nights of youth were regularly spent. Now, in retirement, a party only comes around every 6 to 8 months; probably just long enough for the euphoria to abate and a proper recuperation to take effect.
Retirement is a worthy cause for celebration but in this instance I even wondered if I was actually the only fully retired person in the room. The shining example for all to aspire to as I strutted my stuff on the dance floor... or, in retrospect, maybe not.
You see retirement takes many forms and in this instance my brother hadn't actually yet retired, having been a little slow off the mark getting in his resignation letter, whilst my sister-in-law was a lady of leisure for a matter of only days, after accepting an offer of part-time employment at her leaving-do a month earlier. Does it actually matter when retirement is really a state of mind; a stage of evolution; a period of life when you apply your time as you seek? Whether doing some work or not, it's an era for different priorities; celebrations and family are more precious than ever and you no longer care who might be judging your disco shuffles or dress sense.
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I haven’t heard much about retirement parties down here….possibly a northern hemisphere thing.