This is why I’m bitter

So I worked all day at a theater, stripping away the ticketing area built in the 80s. It’s a beautiful old building, and I’m on the board. Anyway, I was tired and it’s hot, so I went across the street to the local bar. Some guy says, “Hey, I used to come to some wild parties at your house, back in the day.” After a few minutes, I realized he was talking about an infamous gay couple that had an amazing house back in the 90s. I was like 19 when I went to one of their parties, and they were in their 30s. I’m like, “No, I just look old.” Wtf?! I not only was recognized as gay as &$”@ but also 20 years older. Immediately I ordered a Malibu and diet. I need to pretend I’m on a beach and that’s why my skin looks like a leopard shit on it.