I'd forgotten about this until Jason and I went to a comedy club last weekend. One of the comedians did a five minute routine about how 'Gen-Y'ers are not aging gracefully. Uh-oh. That's a whole generation younger than me - how can they be aging at all, gracefully or otherwise? That would imply that I am!
The final nail in my coffin was when I was rocking out to this new radio station on the way to work. Every song that came on was something I loved and knew all the words to. It was fantastic! I listened eagerly to hear the call letters of the station. It turned out to be 100.5 - easy listening, light (or is it lite?) rock radio. Sigh.
I was grumpily ranting to my mother and sister on the way to New York about all the fresh young whippersnappers around today and how they dress like hooligans. My mother, who has been handling getting older a lot better than I have, shook her head at me. "Come on," she said, pulling me by my ear. "You need to spend a few minutes in a very special place."
She dragged me into the Disney Store at Times Square. My sister and I hugged the plush Dumbo dolls and giggled over the Mickey Mouse slippers. One of the salesmen helped me find the magic wand of my favorite princess (Belle from Beauty and the Beast, of course) and when I waved the wand in front of a magic mirror, Belle appeared with a special message just for me! We found poseable dolls and big girl size tiaras. We had the time of our lives!
Okay, so maybe I AM getting older. But ten minutes surrounded by the magic of Disney will turn anyone into a kid again!
PS- Be sure to order your copy of Dark Things IV today - including my fabulous short story, "People Person"!