I’m Worcationing this week. It’s a working vacation; the weather is cooperating by being crappy.
But the sun did come out yesterday afternoon; so I decided to attended the concert in the park; at the Windmill. It was a 4th of July tribute – a show tunes extravaganza; music from the 70’s.
That would be the 1770’s.
Now being on the tail end of the baby boom I noticed something. Other than the children who were dragged there by mom, dad, or grams and gramps, I think I was the youngest in attendance. I’m in my 40’s. I saw no teens, tweens, twenty or thirty-somethings. None to be found. Being young at heart I instantly got depressed.
I might officially be old; attending the concert in the park with the……..with the……………..with the…………….OLD PEOPLE!!!!!!!
But wait, I rode my bicycle there. That makes me young. I didn’t show up with my aluminum webbed lawn chair. That makes me young. I was taking pictures with my Blackberry. That makes me young. I wasn’t getting crotchety when people next to me were talking to each other. That makes me young. I started feeling better.
Well they say “When in Rome”……………………
So I sang along to the songs I knew. Okay, I knew a lot of them. I laughed at the 70 year old couple who brought enough wine along with them for a week. God, I hope they weren’t driving home. I got a kick out of the male lead singer/dancer’s awkwardly flambuoyant moves. The crowd loved him. I laughed at the people laughing at the not-so-comedic comic bits. I even ran into someone from my old hood in CT; boy, did she get old?
The concert ended with the crowd singing When The Saints Go Marching In About Last Night… the movie and Let There Be Peace on Earth Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs download . And a standing ovation!
I sped off on my bike; old drunk people were about to get behind the wheel. I raced down to the beach instead and got to see this………….
Not a bad way to end an evening I thought.
But I was thinking about this old thing. And then last night on the news they did a story on what old is…………
There’s another concert tomorrow night. I’m going! Maybe I can convince some tween, teen, twenty or thirty-something to come along. I’ll tell them they can text or Twitter about it. Just doing my part to bridge the generation gaps.
And Speaking of Twitter……..