Three nights ago I took 3 teenage girls to a free pop punk show at a high school. I sat in a chair in the back the whole time and monitored every boy who yelled in the ears of the girls I was with. It made me realize that somewhere between graduating college and having kids I became a somewhat responsible adult.
I kept telling myself I could probably push my way to the front and start pumping my fist and throwing water bottles and fit right in, but I know the truth - my mere adult presence would cause some kids to start behaving themselves and cause others to throw water my way.
It was a church sponsored concert so there were a few other people sitting in chairs with me in the back. As much as I tried to avoid their eye contact, I kept finding myself exchanging knowing glances with them. We gave each other facial expressions that mean things like, "Loud enough for ya!?" and "Heh, heh...kids these days!"
Two days after that, Jack started pre-school. I was happy and excited for him - especially since he has a brand new Cars backpack - but I know if he's getting old, I'm getting old.
So then today, just as I'm starting to feel a little bit younger and cooler after a phone call from a friend about another friend who attempted to moon the first friend and ended up bunny-hopping 3 times and face-planting on the rain-soaked sidewalk, I go to the doctor and come back looking like this:
The whole time they were hooking it up all I could think about was Dr. Heathcliff Huxtable running on a treadmill in his doctor's office and coming home banned from eating desserts. Now I get to walk around for the next 24 hours while people wonder why I have a computer in a bag attached to my belt and wires coming out of my shirt. And I'm still not sure if I should feel better or worse about the nurse saying, "Oh good, we won't have to shave your chest!" when I took off my shirt.
2 comments:
What happened?
PS, I love pop punk.
nice nipples
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