. . . you see an collection of Music advertised on the TV that you might actually consider buying! Rocket River "NO MY BROTHER . . .YOU GOTSTA GET YOUR OWN"
nah, there are music collection of today's hottest hits... the real sign should be what kind of music collection it is. so... what collection was it?
you know you['re] old when . . . ... you want to buy "Hits from the [insert decade here]" at that press-this-number-to-listen box at the CD section of Target when someone else presses it by mistake... "WOW! A CD with 'Rythm is a Dancer' AND 'I Miss You' from Nothing But the Girl!?!?! I'll buy that for a dollar!!!"
....when you look forward to getting in bed by 9pm ....when you worry about the food you eat because it'll give you heartburn later. ....when you buy pants that are shorter than you used to buy because your gut forces you to wear them lower. ....when you start using words like "retirement planning" and "80 point pension plan". ....When you start planning a graduation party...for your son. (But I'm only guessing here.)
You're old when you look in the mirror in the morning, and wonder who the old b*stard is that's staring back.
No - You really know you are old when PBS is having a fundrasing campaign and all of the music that they show is stuff that you listen to.
You know you're old when you run into a girl that you went to high school with, and the first thing you think is damn she looks old. Sadly, you then realize you're the same age.
darn you. i was going to start a thread like this. anyway, i feel old because i've been seeing this advertisement on tv with some kinda concert with music from "toni, tone, tony", mint condition, jodeci, etc (though i'm sure i have the bands wrong) that's here in town in the next month or so. i'm still thinking about getting tickets, but man... that would be a bad arse show. second reason why i wanted to start a thread like this. i was on my way home from drinking somewhere tonight and these two chicks in a scion (sp?) rolled down there window and said something to the effect of "excuse me sir, do you know how to get to a club called hue from here?" i had a couple to many to remember and said sorry, but no. granted, i have started growing a beard... yeah... that's it. sigh. i just had a birthday several days ago (27). next thing i'll be wearing black socks with shorts, watching "murder she wrote", sippin' on some ensure, playing scrabble, eating prunes, eating dinner at 4:00 in the afternoon... and... did i miss something? edit: btw... i DO have this cool scrabble story to tell. i was playing a friend and had the right letters on my wooden board thingee. i said "i have a doozy for you". the funny thing is that i had the had the letters for "doozy" on a triple word score. 2+1+1+10+4 (plus whatever other bonuses that the other letters landed on). they challenged the word "doozy" in the dictionary, lost their turn, and i had yet another turn to wreck havoc. needless to say i whooped arse in that game. darnit... i am old.
