The Stud and I went out on Saturday night. Nothing spectacular you might think, but we haven't really been out for ages in the way that marrieds with kids eventuate. Anyway, it transpired that our ex-neighbours' 19 year old son had gotten engaged at Christmas and he was having his engagement party.
I have a thing about gift registries - I avoid them. I like to get someone what I'd like to get them, thats just me - is it you too? We bought them a lovely tea pot and a used spoon holder thing in the shape of a big spoon. Every young couple should have a tea pot. End of buying gift story.
We got glammed up. Considering we turned down the Scowly Teen's generous offer to dress us for the event since apparently we don't know how to dress for a party, I think we scrubbed up pretty well.
We drove off and headed for the venue. We got lost. That was a major surprise to us as we had been advised the 'do' was at the Fire Station in such-n-such street and you think we would be able to spot something as imposing as a Fire Station! However, as it turned out the invitation had directed us to the wrong street. Finally arriving an hour later than the invite suggested, we made our entrance.
The place was decorated very nice and the place was buzzing with happy young folks and older folks, the lighting was flattering for the latter group. The young kids all looked so fab and trendy, and HAPPY. The older folks also glammed up and HAPPY.
Thats when it struck me (and don't get me wrong, we had a really nice time) but when did we turn into the 'older folks' that you invite to your bash 'cos you're friends of the parents?