You're Never Too Old, Until You're Too Old

Quick post tonight - I have 15 minutes before I would fail my #YourTurnChallenge by not completing a blog post - so here it goes.

I'm a {gasp} middle-aged woman with three kids. I drive a 2007 Honda Odyssey. I shop at Kohl's. I don't get out often. Tonight my husband and I went out with group from his work. After a lovely dinner and enjoyable conversation, we found ourselves at the local dueling piano bar.

We got there "early" in college-town terms - 9:30 p.m. We had the place to ourselves. We requested all our favorite songs. We danced and sang loudly. Then in the blink of an eye, the college students started pouring in. Suddenly, our group of middle-agers became swallowed up by 20-somethings. We rocked out to a rousing piano version of the song "Jump" by Van Halen (I know - at a piano bar - but it was great!) and then stayed for "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen. At the end of that one, we realized we were completely outnumbered and we made our break for it.

Live music makes me feel young and alive. Even if it's two sweaty dudes playing at a piano bar. But sometimes you just have know that you're too old and you have to jet. Someone should go back and tell that to the 50-something dude with the silver hair and the purple tie standing at the bar...