Is that Grandma?!?!

Never say never. That should be the motto of 90 year-old Lydia Scheltes who woke up after a night of partying with a tattoo on her arm and a hazy recollection of how it got there. She seemingly had gotten it the night before when her and other members of the Bethesda Retirement Center went out for night on the town. They stopped at the Evil Olive, a nightclub in Wicker Park, Chicago for a night of dancing, flirting and even dancing. It was a fundraiser put on for the residents of Bathesda and by the sound of it, they had a blast. Dressed as hardcore bikers, complete with pink wigs and bandannas, Lydia and 8 other senior citizens walked straight up to the bar and ordered "Dirty Martinis" and that's when the mayhem began. There was much talk and flirting, and a few of the old grandmas turned biker babes got up to "cut a rug" on the dance floor. Many others showed up as well. Members of the Latino American Motorcycle Association and the Chicago's chapter of A.B.A.T.E appeared to show their support and left with a new outlook on these lively "old people" from up the street. The cause was good enough. Ruth Werstler, the Life Enrichment Director for the home, set it up so that all the proceeds would go to buying a Touch-Screen Computer to help the residents learn how to use the internet. But the old ladies couldn't care less about the computer, they were too busy living life as it's suppose to be lived... With pink wigs and no holds barred. I applaud Lydia and her over-the-hill peers for saying "Fuck You" to age and showing everyone that being old doesn't mean you need to act it. So I raise my "Dirty Martini" to all the Lydia Scheltes of this world. To all the Wig Wearin', Harley Ridin', Bandana Toutin' grandmas out there. Because for some, age is only a number and we are only as old as we let ourselves be.