It was a pretty pathetic scene. Two adults, well on their way to middle age, bopping away to Madonna's latest disco hit in the car on the way to return a movie.
Madonna. Does anyone under 30 even know who she is anymore?
I had to smile though. My Beloved and I are two peas in a really dorky pod.
I'm not sure how this happened though. I mean, it's not like I was ever cool or anything, but now I'm so far away from cool I need the Hubble Space Telescope to see it. I fall asleep watching Saturday Night Live. I play ping pong - with ravenous enthusiasm. I crochet. I drink tea in the evenings. I tsk at teenagers. I flip off people in Hummers. I bring my own bags to Price Chopper. I stopped paying attention to bands when Duran Duran broke up. I'm not sure I know who Colin Farrell is. I sometimes can't tell the difference between a doorbell on TV and our own front doorbell.
I am officially old.
I can vividly remember making plans to meet friends at 9:00pm and my Mom, quite aghast, asking why we were getting together so late. I was probably 23, maybe 24. To a 23-year old 9:00pm is like four in the afternoon.
In case you're wondering, 9:00pm is like midnight to someone knocking on the door of 36.
And, as if on cue, My Beloved just came in, bleary-eyed and yawning, to tell me it's bedtime.
Okay seriously, how did this happen?!