In Case You Were Wondering How Old I Am

When we first moved here, Mike got us tickets to go see Geographer at a dive bar in the hipster part of town. And it was great, of course, but it also really drove home just how old I am now.

First, I had no idea what to wear. I do not understand these things the kids wear nowadays. Shorty shorts with dirty hair and booties? No, no sir. I cannot and will not rock that look. Also, side note, why does everyone seem like they're trying to look bad lately? Brush your hair and wear something that fits, Jesus.

/rant

So yeah, I just ended up wearing my weirdest shirt.

In case you can't tell, it is a Labyrinth shirt from Clashist and I love it.

I just realized that no one at that bar was old enough to have watched and loved Labyrinth. Sigh.

I also wore my glasses because my contacts don't make it past 10pm. Have I mentioned that I'm old?

But our old asses made it to the bar and got some sticky plastic cup beers and ogled the youngins and their outfits and the fact that they were all smoking weed like in public and indoors?? Is this a thing? And we made it through the first act and through most of Geographer and then went to bed SO HARD it wasn't funny.

So yeah, I'm old.

And apparently super uncool.

Mike had a blast though and he does not care what the kids think.

The end.