When did I become vintage?

No, really? When did that happen?

I thumbed through Devin’s freshman yearbook today which, by the way, is twice as thick as any of mine were and all in color. (Mine had Sr. Pix in color, a few pages in the beginning and the rest was black & white, baby!)

I digress. While looking at the pages for “Spirit Week” I saw the usual: Pajama Day, School Colors Day, etc. And then I saw it…. 80’s Day. A picture of a toothpick of a girl, wearing her Neon-Maddona-New Ro amalgam of an outfit, complete with side ponytail on top of her head.

And it hit me: Is this how our parents felt when we went skipping off to our own Spirit Weeks dressed as 60’s love-child-hippies? As poodle-skirted, leather-jacketed, Happy Days wannabes?

Did my mom’s heart hit her stomach when she realized that her childhood memories were now someone else’s costume party? ugh. Sorry about that, mom.

Oh well.

Right now I believe I’ll put on a little Flock of Seagulls and go rustle me up a Bartles & James. Cheers!