Anyway, as we were there, at one point the conversation turned to Star Wars, and specifically, wookies. A few of the women there weren't exactly clear on what a wookie was, and so ever-helpful, I explained it. At which point, one of the men mentioned that it's only natural that I would know all about wookies, being married to Eric and all.
Then, the same man thoughtfully stated, "You know, I bet Eric (who wasn't at the party at that precise moment) is old enough that he was able to see that movie in the theatre the first time it came around."
Still helpful, I informed him that yes, Eric and I had both seen Star Wars in the theatre back in our younger days, a few times, actually.
They were astounded. Not only once but a few times? How was this possible?
I reminded them that back in the day, we didn't have VCRs or DVDs, so the only way you could see movies was in the theatre, or at a PTA-sponsored movie series, or (in the case of The Sound of Music at Easter), on television.
Jaws dropped, eyes widened. I felt old, old, old. I would have been depressed about it if I didn't think it was so funny. (The fact that my 2-year old daughter was romping through the grass with their little kids didn't hurt either.) The few in the group that were just a little bit older veered the conversation off so that we were soon talking about the Disney Sunday night movie, and how for many of us, it was the only television that we were allowed to watch in Sunday.
For a while after that, I ruminated on the experience, and was mildly indignant at the response I got from my neighbors. "I'm not old!" I would think to myself. "I'm in the prime of life! I'm still with it! I'm absolutely keyed in to our world, and all the good that is in it!"
And then last night, as Eric, Donna, Steve and I were hanging out playing cards while grooving to the likes of Barry Manilow, Marvin Gaye, America, George Benson, and the Carpenters-- and loving every minute of it-- I realized that I am old after all.
Truth be told, I'm totally okay with that.
Embracing my age Part I here.
Carpenters Image from American Weekend
Covered Wagon from Wikimedia Commons