Tonight, Stephen and I had an interesting conversation with a young hipster while we were gassing up. I needed a study break, and we decided to go out for a quick Chinese dinner to celebrate his closing a big account today. Kirby is at a sleepover so we only had Connor (it was a really nice dinner, by the way - fun to give your attention to one child at a time sometimes!).
So, Stephen just finished pumping the gas, and a handsome, professional-looking guy (who's dressed pretty hip and riding in a nice little VW Touareg with two other similar looking guys says:
"So - what's up, you two heading to the clubs?"
Me: (extremely sarcastically) "Yeah, we're just going to valet our mini-van and walk right in."
A friendly banter ensues where he and Stephen exchange pleasantries about the local club scene (okay, there isn't one, we're in the suburbs! and even if there were, we've never been there!) Husband really tries to hold his own, asking which clubs they're heading to downtown. The guy then says:
"Seriously, you guys should come with us, we're fun, and we don't do drugs or drink very much." (Well shoot! That right there was the deal breaker for me!)
Husband: "Well, we've got our little guy in the back, but which ones are you going to?" (like we would be driving a mini-van if we didn't have kids - and again, like we have any idea which "club" is which!)
Me: "The ones that we don't have the wardrobe for."
The guy: "Man, what's wrong with you two? You guys are young! You look like you're my age!"
Husband: "We have our little guy in the back." (this is the part where I kept waiting for Stephen to offer the guy a tour of the inside of our van - show him the "stow and go" action - he's been known to do this before)
Me: "We have to go home to bed - it's 8:52!"
God bless the man for thinking we look young. I know we think we're young, but at the end of a day, when you're tired, need a haircut, have no clothes that fit, and you're driving around in a white, extended length Chrysler mini-van, you feel nothing but middle-aged!
1 comment:
Clubbing? I'm with you. I wouldn't even know where to go. We used to kind of do that, way back when, didn't we? Did you ever see that Friends episode where the guys are hanging out with some 20 somethings trying to act all young and hip, and by the end of the night they're saying, "Why does the music have to be so loud? You can't even hold a conversation." Something happens in the 30's. I guess that's what they call aging.
But you still look pretty cool, obviously! You go girl. Rock the minivan!
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