The last concert we went to, we loved the opening bands. But when the Foo Fighters took the stage, we'd already seen them before and their performance was less than stellar, so we were secretly glad because our old bodies can't party like they used to. We left in the middle of the set.
So when we bought tix to see The Killers the other night we were determined to party like the rest of those young'uns. Ok, so we're only 28, but I feel old. I was falling asleep before we made it to the car, and the fact that we spent the earlier part of the week trying to keep up with our kids on Catalina, we were more than slightly sleep-deprived.
Isn't it funny how time goes on? I am so grateful that I am not who I was when I was 18, but aging certainly has it's benefits and it's drawbacks. I aint no old fart yet, but there are times when I quote movies, or phrases and my students look at me like I have a 3rd eye.
Then again, on the other hand, when it comes to back-to-school night, their parents kindly ask me if I know when the teacher is going to show up.
Oh! Age. Thou art a crafty devil, inconspicuous and violent, pervasive and undeniable, a friend and a foe.