...and I'm officially old. Not only is today my 26th birthday, but it's also the one-week anniversary of the day that I realized I'm no longer cool. Last week, I went to a Blink-182 concert. I've been a fan of the band since I was in junior high, and this was the second concert of theirs I've attended. Taking my cue from some of my punk-ier students, I decided I'd wear plaid, Chucks, and a cool knit hat. The result was more Punky Brewster than Punk Rocker:
Button-down: J.Crew Perfect Shirt in candy plaid
Cardigan: J.Crew Camp Pocket Cardigan
Jeans: J.Crew Matchstick
Shoes: Converse Chuck Taylor All Star Low Top in pink
Hat: Target
Hat: Target
I stuck out like a sore thumb. Here I was, trying to be all cute:
Meanwhile, I was surrounded by teenagers who all looked relatively similar to this kid:
Fail. Plus, it was about 35 degrees all night. That, my friends, would be what the children refer to as an EPIC fail. I ended up buying a Blink-182 sweatshirt, so that gave me a little bit of street cred with the rascals who surrounded me. But hey, I knew every word of the songs Blink played from their debut album from 1994, and those spike-cuffed, mohawked teens just stared at me in adoration. Booyah.
I'll leave you with a pretty picture of the pretty lights from the show:
