Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Better With Age

Tom and I took out daughters and our niece to see Paramore at an outdoor show last night. They ended up hooking up with friends so - even though they were all around us, we were still essentially alone.

It was a very young, predominately female crowd. I won't bother to describe what that sounded or looked like - what you're imagining is probably right on target.

Tom to me: "I don't think we're the oldest people here."

Me to Tom: "You might be right. But if we're not, we're certainly in their peer group."

At one point, shortly after nightfall, we decided to take advantage of the fact that all the girls were standing so we had the blanket to ourselves. It was a beautiful night to be outdoors. We laid back and looked up at the stars.

Tom said to me, "Do you suppose those are airplanes?"

I saw right away what he meant. The stars weren't behaving like proper stars. They were blinking in and out in a way that was much more pronounced than a subtle twinkle (which is, as everyone knows, what proper little stars do). And one - no - more than one of them had tails.

"What the - is that a shooting star? I've never seen a shooting star before!"

"It can't be - I think they move faster - but it's something..."

We mused on the stars for a few moments, wondering why none of the kids were noticing the fabulous display going on right before their eyes. In years past, I may have attributed it to a contact buzz, but the smoking ban has pretty much obliterated that possibility.

And then it hit us.

We were getting this private show because when we laid down and looked up through our bifocals it distorted the images.

After we figured it out, we didn't stop. At least not right away. We were getting to trip for free AND the drive home and the morning after would be completely symptom free.

Getting old. Wearing bifocals. Bonus.

16 comments:

Cheryl said...

Oh Crap! Diet Coke just came out of my nose.

Mama-Face said...

BWAwahahaha. Not the ending I was expecting.

I find myself holding my head at an odd tilt just to see my computer screen. Just like my mom.

Badass Geek said...

HA!

Awesome.

Formerly known as Frau said...

Benefit and priceless!

Macey said...

That is AWESOME!!! HAHAHAHAHA.
I heart Paramore.

Carma Sez said...

didn't see that one coming - I figured you were going to have a romantic makeout session under the "shooting stars"

Gibby said...

*laughing*
*still laughing*

*OK, laughing harder now*

(Not AT you of course. Never that...)

Claudya Martinez said...

I think that should be turned into a commercial for bifocals.

Sandy said...

Contrary to Mami's comment, I think that would be a commercial against bifocals!

I have been wearing readers over my contacts for a few years when I needed them. But now I need them all the time to read. It's a bitch.

Joanna Jenkins said...

I love that story! What a great ending :-)

I've been on the run and out of town Tammy. I hope all is well with you and your family. I'm off to catch up on your posts I missed.

Happy Mother's Day!
xo jj

JennyMac said...

HAHAHA..love this! That is called making lemonade out of bi-focal lemons.

Sassy Chica said...

priceless...loved it!

mwah-mwah
smooches,
Sassy Chica

Katie Lane said...

I love looking at the stars. It's been so long, since I can't see them in the current city I'm living in. bifocals or not I'm jealous!

Melissa B. said...

Ah, aging with benefits! Can't beat it with a stick...

Mandy said...

Hahaha! Loved that... priceless indeed.

I almost vomitted in my mouth at how mushy you and Tom are being with your picnic blanket starry love. But then you redeemed yourself with the bifocal trippin' :-)

I hope you're doing well and liking the new job!

Bossy Betty said...

This was so funny! I could totally relate!