Kickin’ it old skool
You’d think I would learn to act my age. Last night the wife and I attended a concert where I’m quite sure we were the oldest people in the whole joint. It was loud, it was non-stop electro/dance/hip-hop. We were dressed to party, and we did! We took it easy on the alcohol which was good since it was an hour drive home after the concert was over. No, we didn’t even try the after-party. We also forgot our ear plugs, so my ears are still ringing twelve hours later.
So - learned our lesson, right? You would think I woke up this morning full of regret, ready to spend the day listening to classical music (if any) and reading a book, right?
Well, no. Actually I spent the morning drinking coffee and editing and uploading video clips that I took last night. When I finally got around to making breakfast around 1:00pm I put on my favorite Pandora station based on a song from one of our favorite artists, LMFAO. Specifically, the station is based on “I’m in Miami, bitch!” And as I started working in the kitchen the new song from Kesha came on, “Tik Tok.” I just love that song. I turned it up. I danced.
So evidently we have not learned any kind of lesson here regarding acting one’s age. If anything it has encouraged us. I like dancing to a hot groove. So sue me.
Act your age if you want. Wear short pants and tennis shoes with knee-high black dress socks if you want. Long for the days of Elvis and Frankie Valli if you want. I’ll stick with head-banging club tracks, wine, cigars and acting a fool. Why?
Cuz thas’ how I roll!