I am getting old. Not old old, mind you. But old nonetheless.

Yesterday, I attended X-Fest and I stood out from all the densely-pierced teenagers like a sore thumb. Granted, my Billy Joel concert t-shirt (circa 1981) wasn't helping matters, but what can I say? I like irony. Anyway, despite other efforts to look young and hip (Jackie O sunglasses excluded) I couldn't have looked much more like a narc if wore a fanny pack.

Oh well, at least I didn't complain about the music being too loud.