So, whatzit like?

Turning fifty... I wondered how it would feel. I didn't think much about it until a week or so before the day. I often did not have much for parties in my past,( though my ex-wife went to the trouble to have something special like a party or dinner for many of my birthdays while we were together: she is that type of thoughtful person) and I had no plans for one, except to go to the club I frequent.
A few days before my birthday, I got my hair cut and was surprised to see how much gray was in the hair coming out from the roots now. I guess I'm not really afraid of the gray, but I didn't want a sudden change as the birthday rolled around.
My birthday happened to be on Easter weekend this year, so I had extra days off work. I looked at my finances and considered a drive to New Orleans to visit my daughter with her birthday coming in the next week: I'm not in a financial hole but I have no extra cash, so I deemed it unwise to take the trip.
The extra days allowed me to get my tomato plants in the ground, lawn mowed, plants put back outside, and still have some time for painting. I went out to eat with two sisters and my Dad on Friday. I also got to catch a band at the Joint, Friday night. While there I told the bartenders and club faithful that it was my birthday after midnight. I got a free drink or two and some hugs & kisses from some really sweet & cute bartenders.
Another gal, for some reason, decided to ask me a bunch of questions. I am still puzzled why she felt the urge to quiz me, but it was quite a coincidence. I started to go to this club because it was in Clemson, SC, where I grew up and I hoped to find some people I remembered from high school days and her boyfriend & several other friends went to school with me. All the times I visited in the area, I'd look for classmates and found almost none and then she knows about five or so.
My return visit this night was a sure let down. The bands were ok. I especially liked the opening band named, Open. The regular sound man played guitar. I got a sketch of him, wanting to catch his dredlocks for a painting and I cropped a neat closeup sketch of his nose and mouth covered by the locks dangling in front of the microphone; could make for a pretty dynamic image.
I tried some other sketches, but the subjects moved too quickly and I seemed to have heads that didn't quite fit correctly onto bodies. I just accept that some days are like that.
No hugs and no surprise connections this night but it has been a good weekend.