Yesterday was Australia Day when we (OK white Australians) celebrate the landing of the First Fleet in 1788 although some indigenous Australians see it as less than a day of celebration. It has morphed into a celebration of Australia culture and community with lots of people taking up Australian citizenship on the day etc.
Anyway, being a public holiday people often get out and about and celebrate Australian "culture" or just get very drunk and sunburnt. I went out with people to a bar down at the beach, had a couple of drinks, chatted, checked out men and later had dinner.
This was all good except for my advanced age. Most people there appeared to be in their 30s. I don't hold that against them but as I peered around for men to leer at, discreetly of course, I couldn't find any older ones. This was most disappointing. Maybe they were all at home having barbeques?
At one point I went to the Ladies. I managed to locate it by the long tell-tale queue of women lined up outside it. The men would approach us, pause, then walk past to the Mens. Then they would reappear and leave while we were still lined up!
I spent this time realizing that the dress code for the 30 somethings was mainly very short sundresses or shorts. I had not put on my very short shorts. Actually, I did have shorts on previously and then changed my mind thinking I'd be cold. See? Sometimes it doesn't pay to be too pragmatic. Also, I thought they might be a bit short. (Snort.) Sometimes a housemate would be very handy who could then reassure me that the shorts were fine.
As I queued I ended up feeling old(er) and not too glam, so used my time in the loos to apply more make-up. Not sure that it helped. Did not regret the lack of shorts, however, as I sat on the air conditioned train on the way home and shivered.