While it's a supposedly fun thing that food types enjoy, I hate dining alone and can't help but feel self-conscious eating at a bar counter by myself. I tweeted as much Friday night. Saturday afternoon I noticed an illiterate person in Canada was brought to my site doing an Google image search for "mid age women sits alobe at counter in a quite bar." Instead of bringing up a picture of me, it led to a photo I took of the counter at Tadich Grill in San Francisco.
A disproportionate number of my female friends were born in 1972 like myself. The first 40th birthday party went down last night and the consensus is that 40 is middle-aged. Well, if you consider a consensus one other person. I'm still futilely clinging to 45 as that milestone marker for the time being.
I'm going to go color my hair now.