Back in the day...

Tomorrow I am attending my soon to be sister in laws bachlorette party. I am a bit nervous, I will be the oldest by a little less than a decade. I hope I don't make an idiot out of myself. I have a tendency to become a little too verbose when I have a drink or two. I have to remember not to say, "back in my day...". I will not make reference to the early 80's. I'm sure my Max Headroom joke would fall flat. I have to remember not to point out my stretchmarks, varicose veins, or c-section scar. Give me strength not to talk about my kids, my husband, or cleaning the house. I have to embrace my inner 25 year old.