Finely aged whine

0

Mary Ellen and I have been going through some 1,600 photos we took on a recent vacation. We tried to identify as many of the people we met on the trip as we could. One gentleman we were sitting next to really stumped us. He looked familiar and was very distinctively dressed, but we couldn’t remember his name or where we took the picture. It turned out to be King Wencenslas, and we were at a wax museum in Czechoslovakia.

Looking at that photo, I couldn’t help but comment to Mary Ellen that I thought I looked pretty good for my age, maybe 10 years younger than my actual 65 years. My wife agreed completely, and then she skipped to the next photo.

“Who’s the old man gobbling down that giant German sausage?” I asked.

“That old man would be you.”

“That can’t be. That guy looks 85.”

“You just didn’t take a very good picture that day.”

“For the record, you took the picture. And you’re saying that between Prague and Budapest, I went from looking like we were recently wed, to looking like I was nearly dead? In the Prague photos I have hair. In the Budapest pics I have hairs. What accounts for the big change?”

“First of all, always be aware of what else is in the photo. When you were next to that attractive young waiter in Vienna, that made you look old in comparison.”

“I see, Mary Ellen. So is that why you always stood in front of 600-year-old castles?”

“It’s also about lighting, camera angle and the colors you are wearing. And, of course, the number of pixels – whatever that means. For example, in our house you look much younger and more attractive in the kitchen lighting than the bedroom lighting – sorry, that was an unfortunate example.”

One thing I’ve noticed is that I appear a lot younger when I look in my bathroom mirror than when I look in Mary Ellen’s bathroom mirror. I asked her why. “Simple,” she said. “In your bathroom, two of the bulbs are usually burned out and the mirror is always foggy. Peering at yourself through those conditions covers a multitude of sins.”

“So which one is the actual me? What do I truly look like?” (I know Joan Rivers asks herself the same question.)

“I would say, Dick, that when you first get out of bed in the morning, walk under the skylight, and stagger to the bathroom, that’s what you really look like.”

“And the same for you, correct?”

“Heavens, no. The real me is: AFBL.”

“AFBL?”

“Yes: After Foundation, Blush and Lipstick.”

As we took our evening walk the other night, a neighbor remarked that I looked tired and asked if I was under the weather. “No, he’s fine,” said Mary Ellen. “He’s just under a streetlamp.”


Current Morning Briefing Logo

Stay CURRENT with our daily newsletter (M-F) and breaking news alerts delivered to your inbox for free!

Select list(s) to subscribe to



By submitting this form, you are consenting to receive marketing emails from: Current Publishing, 30 S. Range Line Road, Carmel, IN, 46032, https://www.youarecurrent.com. You can revoke your consent to receive emails at any time by using the SafeUnsubscribe® link, found at the bottom of every email. Emails are serviced by Constant Contact
Share.