Younger

I've discovered the Fountain of Youth! And like all good things, it was there all along, I only had to look inward and see it. I now know that all I have to do....is LIE! I figure that 10-years off is a nice even number and the math won't be so hard to do.

See? I am NOW a member of the Class of 1988. I simply have to remember some new "facts" in order to maintain my cover.  In 1978, my Prom theme was "Nights in White Satin," and as astonishingly morose as that sounds in retrospect, none of us appreciated the irony as we lit up that Disco Inferno. 

In my new pretend 80's existence, I think the Prom's theme was "Get Out of My Dreams, Get Into My Car," or maybe it was "Could've Been" by Tiffany, or was it "Shake Your Love" by Debbie Gibson? The sheer magic of that evening, back in 1988 (right?) makes my memory a little hazy...

And who could forget where they were for the defining moment of my new generation: when Milli Vanilli had to confess that they were lip-synching? The shock and pain are still so real...

The funny thing is, I still think I'm about 17, and am horrified, on a daily basis, when I look into a mirror and see my father in drag. And when I attempt to spring out of bed in the morning only to be foiled by a bad back and stiff knees, I think I must have cancer...oh wait, that was true....but you see where I'm going here?

I'm happy to fool the world with dyeing my hair, talking the hip jive with the kids, and wearing clothes that are far too young for me, because I know that my earthly form conceals an  immature soul that is still learning the rules of the game. I'm happy to keep playing.