pete had a board meeting with an environmental non-profit yesterday in downtown kansas city and i said i’ll ride along and he said great. so he dropped me off at a coffee shop where i felt obligated to buy…coffee. so i bought an iced one and the barista topped it with the creamiest of whipped cream and i ate every speck of cream and left the coffee. i should have just asked for a cup of cream.
and pete honked at the curb for me and i ran out like a teen girl escaping her house before her parents make the boy come in for a handshake. and we headed for a cantina we hadn’t been to for years and sat outside where it was so hot but still a beautiful night and as we settled in we realized that we were older than anyone by, let’s face it, decades. and i was captivated by the african american girl on the larger side who was wearing what appeared to be a grass hula skirt with nothing much under it except instead of green grass strips they were shiny gold strips and her gold wedge shoes were sparkly and glittery and pete said check out her hair as if it were the most radical of hair cuts and i said have you looked at your daughter’s hair lately? and we both were silent a moment while contemplating our daughter’s hair.
and pete said i think that couple over there is older than we are and i said no way and he said i am still 56 right and i stopped and did some mental math and agreed that he was still 56 and i took comfort in the fact that i saw just before we came that mick jagger was 69 and looking much the worse for wear but then mick looked much the worse for wear at 30. and we started trying to decide if we knew any of the songs that were playing and we didn’t and i thought oh wait i have this cool app that cait had me download even though i would never use it called shazam and we could play with that and so we shazamed and learned that the songs were by the wanted and rob thomas who i at first confused with adam levine and pete said who the hell is adam levine and i said you know maroon 5 and he said nope don’t know him and i said you know the mick jagger song and he said nope and i said The Voice and then he knew and isn’t that just sad for adam? and then the killers came on and i love the killers and they have my favorite line in any song which is i got soul but i’m not a soldier and pete was holding my tiny hand in both of his on top of the table and no one else was holding hands and i thought well it’s ok to be the oldest here.
and then pete said we should go dancing and i said honey we’re not exactly dressed for dancing with me in my silver nikes and mom denim shorts and my golla bag string stretched across my chest like a bandito’s bullets and him in his black and white nikes with a maroon and white striped seersucker shirt with a green pen nestled in his pocket and his white cargo shorts. and he said but i have on my new shorts that are fashionably longer but not the longest because you said i was too old for the longest. and he said i think you hurt my feelings and i realized that i had and i said that i loved his new shorts and that he looked really cute but just not dancing cute. and i said besides being cute you could kick everyone’s ass in here and i could kick the girls’ and he didn’t say you? but i knew he was thinking it.
and we drove home listening to an oldies station and the first song on was hotel california which of course is about nostalgia and living in the past and it was a song we knew and i sang along while pete did that strumming the steering wheel as if it’s a guitar thing that guys do and and i remembered that rob thomas was matchbox twenty but didn’t even bother telling pete because rob doesn’t have The Voice and pete wouldn’t have a clue and then along came that twirliest of girls stevie nicks and fleetwood mack and i see her occasionally on tv and she’s still twirling and the world is still whirling and all is well.
(and they had life-sized jenga! or they had a pile of wooden sticks. not sure which.)