I’ll tell you how I know I’m getting old. Sunday night I spent some quality time with a magnum of pinot grigio and several episodes of My So-Called Life in the company of some of the funniest (and silliest-dressed) people I’ve ever met. There were rules. There were amendments. There was plaid and impossibly tall combat boots. There was angst.
And I remembered how when that show aired, Jordan Catalano was the hotness. And yes, that Jared Leto sure is pretty. But watching it in 2008? All I could think was how hot the middle-aged dad was. Lord god in heaven, how did I get here?
Well. We’re all on this ride together, and it ain’t stoppin’, y’all.
My baby brother turns 21 tomorrow (okay, today, the 26th). I bought him a 12-pack of beer. He and our cousin Jay killed it tonight. They’ve had practice, no doubt.
We look a lot a like, me and my brother.
We spent the evening chatting with Sarah and Tamara via webcam, and just to show how grown up he is, he kept trying to mack on them all night. I’m all for free love, but there is one thing in the world I won’t tolerate, and that’s my brother sleeping with any of my friends.
YEESH.
I am not afraid to say that I absolutely loved MY SO-CALLED LIFE and was ticked that they didn’t continue on wth the show…I feel the same about TRU CALLING as well, BTW.
let me just say that the veritable dog-pile of laziness that happened on the couch as the evening wore down was the very epitome of 90’s malaise. we succeeded on all fronts at recreating the atmosphere of an evening much like one that i never took part in during the actual nineties.
and yet i have these overpowering tendencies towards fantasizing about ‘the way it was’ even though it wasn’t. wait. i have to go sit down.
i miss you already. come home soon!