When I Get Old

When I get old this is how I want it to be:
Having lunch with my old lady friends in the cool bar-side of a neighborhood place (not the family oriented side)
Telling our friends what a bargain our totally pink outfit is (not that I’ll be the one buying the pink outfit)
Shouting to each other that we should check the obituaries to see if we know anyone who has gone on
Checking the obituaries and finding at least 2 people we sort-of knew and exclaiming “I think I should drive to Tappahannock to go to the funeral”
Happily declare that you’ll have steak and eggs for lunch
Ordering a round of Rose for lunch