I was talking to my little brother B the other day, and I asked him what was new.
So I asked him what was old and boring.
He giggled. "You!"
I told him I'd remember that when he wanted me to drive him to get coffee in my cool red car.
And somehow I am still obsessing over that remark (you would, too!) I started reading a book yesterday and the main character is 37 (a year older than me) and some of the other characters in the book are starting in on her that she needs to hurry up and get hitched and multiply because she's pushing it at her age. Ahem.
Then I was talking to a friend who is several years older than me, and somehow we got into a discussion about this very topic. Each year, he recruits a huge team (about 100 people) to bring to our walk, and they always have a theme. Last year they were pirates; this year, they're going as people from the 1960s.
I asked him if they were going to do tie dye and dreads.
"Maybe! It's too bad we aren't half an hour further north, or we could all smoke pot!" (Washington state legalized it a few months ago.)
Then we both agreed that we couldn't stand being around potheads, and that neither of us had smoked that in God knows how long and then we started feeling...old.
Here I am, hoping that my 17-year-old brother doesn't ever try a cigarette, lecturing my friend's 16-year-old son about drugs and drinking. Does that make me old? I'd like to think, if I make it that long, that I'll be the Ruth Gordon of my generation and wear miniskirts and be outrageous as a senior citizen.
Would I have listened to anyone about this stuff back in high school? Probably not...
Somehow, despite B's insulting joke, I still ended up bringing him expensive chocolate and I am sure I will be buying his coffees on this visit (I am in California with family for a few days.)
Old and boring is debatable, but definitely still a sucker!