So it has been much easier to travel lately becasue we have the Erwin-ator. He is a really nice guy from Citibank, who house sits when we are gone.
Erwin likes to house sit because he likes the dogs and loves to go out in Hollywood. Erwin is a young 30, kinda hip and doesn't party like crazy, but parties enough. FYI - he thinks the house is a chick magnet.
So far so good.
Well Tuesday Erwin's sister (fresh out of college) invited him to a new cool Hollywood Club (CineSpace - very hip, very 10 minutes from now) where a friend of hers was playing in a band.
So they go see the band. It was kind of college alt rock. You know, the first song was about depression, the second was about suicide, the third was about breakups. And Erwin says to his sister "when do they play the happy songs?"
That was when he sister and her friends rolled their eyes and looked away. But that wasn't the moment Erwin realized he was old.
That moment came when the set was fianlly over, and they walked into the main room. And the DJ was playing Janet Jackson's Nasty Girl. And all the friends sighed dramatically - and Erwin was just happy it was a song he knew and at least kind of liked.
Age creeps up when you least expect it.