Teen thoughts.

Earlier today, I read something that made me wish I was 16. It was an article about “secret shows” that MySpace produces. They rely solely on word-of-mouth to promote live concerts and if you are subscribed to the page and print something out and take it where you need to, you can go to the show. It’s a great social networking idea. I love it. And I’ll bet it’s very fun.

As the day progressed, I was very busy with work and thinking that if I was a young, I’d be on Spring Break. Again, that sounded fun to me. (To all you clients who read, your work is MUCH more fun than Spring Break. I’m talking about the other clients’ work.)

And then, when driving home from picking up dinner at Famous Dave’s, I drove past Dobbin Center, a shopping center that was new and groovy when I was in high school. In fact Marc Dubick took me there for our first date to a restaurant with great hamburgers. I don’t remember the name. So here I was thinking about Marc Dubick, this very cute lacrosse player I went out with a couple times in the 70′s and a couple of things flashed back.

1) On our second date, he left his headlights on and the car had to be towed from the 3rd floor of the parking garage.
2) He was a slobbery kisser.
3) I took him to my junior prom (he went to Gilman and I went to public school) and he left with Phyllis Goldman.

Now, considering he kissed all gooey, who cares that he liked Phyllis better than me? Well, I did. Who wants to be alone at the prom? Yikes. I didn’t care about Marc very much. But I remember the humiliation with all my being. (Note: I had wonderful friends who hung out with me and brought me home. It ended up being a wonderful night. Some of those great friends are still very much in my life today. Thanks if you’re reading this!)

I am thrilled, ecstatic, overjoyed not to be a teenager. I’m happy to be just where I am.