I am fairly certain I have been born in the wrong era. I look at so many people who are my age, and all I want to do is shake them. I am not old, I know that. But the nightclub I work at? So many of the patrons are SO devoid of common sense that I refer to them as "the kids". It really doesn't help that I have never been much of a raver- I like dancing, but to something that DOESN'T sound like a trash compactor fucking the garbage truck.
My tastes frequently surprise J, too. You see, there is 19 years difference between he and I- so whenever I bust out with a Toto sing-a-long, he'll ask if I'm secretly in my mid - thirties. It works for us, though. We think incredibly alike, and even though we belong to two totally different time frames, somehow we just get each other. I blame my parents for giving me old-fogie music tastes. :) Couldn't be happier, either! <3
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