But at least I'm the one who introduced the kid to the band; it was MY CD she borrowed in the first place. That's something, right?
03 June 2008
Not that cool
I was never cool. That has been firmly established on many occasions. I told my daughter that I'd take her and two of her friends to see Panic! at the Disco tonight at the Fillmore in Denver. Under no circumstances would I permit them to go unattended, and since I find the band not so bad, I said I'd go. The rule was that I had to bring a friend so that it didn't look like I was a chaperone. I get it; thirteen is all about image and girls want to feel cool and older than they are and so on. But then I remembered that once upon a time, before I even had Sami in fact, Charly and I went to see some punk band in Boulder - I think it was Rancid - and we were joking about being so much older than the bulk of the audience and we continually made cracks about trying to remember where the minivan was parked. It was funny and we were considerably older, but now I actually AM a mom taking teenage kids to a bubble-gum punk show and the only thing I lack currently is the minivan in order to make that joke complete. As I grabbed the tickets, I even remembered to bring (gasp) ear plugs because it will be ungodly loud in there and I don't want to have a ringing headache all day tomorrow. I won't drink because I'm driving the kids and I have pretty strict rules for myself about such things. So there I will be, surrounded by middle-schoolers, wearing my Sketchers and capri pants, and holding my purse, looking for the least-populated space where I can sit down and wait for the whole thing to be over. I feel so freaking old when I look at myself through this lens.
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