Chandler: Y’know what? We’re not sad, we’re not sad, we’re just not 21 anymore. Y’know? I’m 29 years old! And I want to sit in a comfortable chair, and watch television and go to bed at a reasonable hour!
Joey: Yeah! And I like to hang out in a quiet place where I can talk to my friends.
Chandler and Ross: Yeah!
Ross: And so what if I like to go home, throw on some Kenny G, and take a bath!
Joey: We’re 29, we’re not women.
robert and i took my brother to an oberhofer concert about two hours away last night. it was a great memory, filled with singalongs in the car and dashes to convenience stores to grab coffee and stay awake. we laughed together, tapped our toes together and, when i looked over at my brother, in the dark, hole-in-the-wall hangout, on the busy college street far from home, and caught a glimpse of the pure joy on his face, i knew it was a night i'd always remember.
however, the night also taught me a little about myself. number one, that i am no longer immune to the deafening effects of sitting right up close to the stage, where the speakers are pumping and the singers keep calling for the sound tech to "give me a little more umph in my guitar." as soon as the band started, i yelled to robert, who was sitting mere inches from me, "must it be so loud?" i looked around at everyone else and felt incredibly ridiculous. it seemed i was the only one just a bit uncomfortable. girls with perfect bangs and vintage floral dresses were right up by the stage, swaying to the vibrations. grown men were standing in the back, swaying just enough to be moving, beer in one hand, the other raised high in the air, pushing it down in rhythm to the harmony.
i felt even older when i noticed that, at the very front of the stage, was a middle-aged woman. dancing like there was no tomorrow. when the music got to be too much, i would just stare at her and daze. this woman was seriously shaking it, and did not stop even when the band did, as she relived her hair band glory days with her platinum blond hair and ankle boots.
so i left feeling ancient. but that's okay. because even though i might not be able to party like i used to (which was never much to begin with, if we're being honest), i still went. still made the effort to make my brother happy, and still, yes, enjoyed it. even if i fell asleep the second we started for home.