In my travels this weekend, I stepped into a bar. Okay, those of you who know me know that I stepped into more bars this weekend than just the one. That's irrelevant.
In said bar, it was posted that "We ID (something something) May 3, 1992". It floored me that someone born in May of 1992 can drink legally.
In 1992 I was in sixth grade. I had an awful spiral perm and awkwardly spaced front teeth. I could be caught at any moment singing the Aladdin soundtrack...or Color Me Badd's All 4 Love. I was involved in competitive and recreational town sports and the school drama club. I loved romantic comedies, the T.G.I.F. lineup and the first (?) reality television shows on MTV. So, not much has changed since then.
I can't believe that was 21 years ago. I mean, the math works out that way but I don't think it seems like that long ago. I suppose the key to staying young is denial.
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