I’m an 80s girl in a 2010 world.
Posted on November 15th, 2010
Today, on our way back from Park 1, P and I stopped for burgers at the place with the truffle fries. P won’t eat the burger, but she’ll split the fries with me, so it’s win-win.
At the burger place, I was behind four young guys. Like, they could probably vote, but could be my kids if I’d started early. Anyway, they were adorable and had a touristy vibe to them, and I noticed they had some concert VIP pass clip thing on. One of them with a distinctive hoodie almost tripped over P, and I said something about being a navigation hazard, and they laughed. Anyway, they sat down, we ordered, and we sat down, and that was that and I forgot about everything except making sure I got at least a few of the fries. (P can scarf those things down.)
Because we are wonderful, P and I brought M his own burger and fries, and then I told him the story of the burger place. And that was that, and I forgot about it again.
Until the burger place retweeted a picture that one of the four guys had taken of the food at the burger joint. In that picture roll, I also saw a picture of the distinctive hoodie! That allowed me to figure out that at least some of them are from The Ready Set. Since I am old, I will have to consult with my young friends about the band.
Here is my senior citizen endorsement: they seemed like very nice young men. They laughed at my joke. They put their wrappers and trash and cups in the proper bins when they were done, which is essential to coolness in this town. Everyone, go forth and buy their music.
The take away message though, is that this whole experience: the telling the story, the retweet of a picture, and so on – it’s just so alien from my teens/early twenties. Jesus. I mean, the internet was still for people who knew UNIX. High school was like the Breakfast Club (meets 90210). Now my 3 year old has her own iPhone (M’s old one) and knows how to take pictures, watch videos, and play games on it. With no help.
I am old.