I feel old.

Woke up this morning to two surprises.

1. It's actually sunny and gorgeous out, instead of the more typical misty.
2. For a moment I thought I was back in high school.

Realization 1 was a bit of a disappointment because I have to spend my day in a quiet office, apparently screwing things up. I think my brain is protesting. Or perhaps the space cadet just inhabits my brain on Saturdays. It's unfortunate.

Realization 2 was a bit more complicated. I knew all the songs on the radio, loved it. Then I heard the chilling announcement: All 90s weekend. Ack. The music I routinely like and relate to has been relegated to promotional weekend programming. I listened a bit more closely, and I heard music I carpooled to high school with. Music I learned to drive to. Music I learned to dance to. Music I listened to in dorm rooms. Music that is evocative and familiar, when I first became acquainted with music. Am I really so old that my music is OLDIES?

Add that to my conversation with the Cheese Fiend regarding W&M Homecoming and 5 Year Reunions. Or perhaps even scarier, 10 year High School Reunions.

I had largely accepted the whole "friends getting married and having babies and buying houses" and such, mostly because a) it happened pretty early and b) it was happening to them and not me. Admittedly, still not happening to me (no complaints) but still weird.

Oh well. I am giving into my antiquity and listening to the station at work. And it's kinda fun to hear songs I forgot about, like the Sunscreen Song. Although I could definitely live without the early 90s stuff (who really needs a reminder of junior high? Not me.)

currently: PM Dawn - "Set Adrift on Memory Bliss"