Early Alzheimers

This last weekend was Labor day weekend and I must say that it was an especially good weekend. On Saturday, we had a bunch of people (to include our friend Rachel and her g-friend Dina, Dave's clients Greg & Loren, Suzanne & little Izzy and Rae & Erin joined us later) over for chicken on the grill. Unfortunately, the grill ran out of propane halfway through the 2nd batch of chicken. Not to worry, we just tossed it into the oven to finish it off. I bought a cocktail shaker and some martini glasses and we had some appletinis and had a grand old time chit-chatting and enjoying eachother's company. On Sunday, the weather was beautiful so I decided to go outside and finish the gardening bed on the side of our house that I had started the previous weekend. Later on, we went to a tapas restaurant called Pazo in Fell's Point with our dog sitters. On Monday, the weather was even more beatiful than on Sunday and we were invited over to our friend Agisi's 33rd birthday. They were talking about ages and I told them that I was going to be 33 on the 24th of this month. Dave then proceeded to say that he was going to be 37 on the 22nd. This threw me for a loop because I've always known him and I to be 5 years apart in age, almost to the day. I insisted that he was going to be turning 38 and that he must've forgotten. So, the people there asked what year he was born in... 1969. They did the math, and indeed, he was going to be turning 37 this year. Naturally, all eyes turned to me and asked which year I was born in... 1974. Mathematics indicated that I'm going to be turning 32 this year. No one's ever been so dismayed to be a year younger than they thought they were. All this last year, I've been thinking that I was 32 and that I was going to be turning 33 in September. Somewhere along the line, I fooled myself and I can't figure out how. So, now it only seems like I'm going to be 32 for two years. Even now, I doubt the results of our discovery. I've always had a poor memory, but really... :)