So, I am showing my age here…


I saw Adam Ant perform a few days ago.  The venue was PACKED and we were all reminded of our age.  Seriously.  We danced and we threw balloons in the air and let them bounce around the place like we were seventeen again.  It was not so much embarrassing as it was strained.  We all tried a little too hard to feel young again.  At least I think so.

I wore black on black and laced up my docs, which had the British flag painted on the toes.  I am not a Brit.  But I am one in my heart.  As Adam Ant performed for all of us, we were all a little bit British because in the early-80’s, that was the place to be.  🙂

I’m not ashamed to admit that I was sore the next day from standing with the crowd.  I’m also not ashamed to admit that I miss my youth.

This morning, I played Adam Ant for my toddler.  We were driving to her day care and she smiled and said, “You’re beautiful, mommy.”  I beamed.

She gets it…

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