I mentioned the girl and I were going to the Ben Folds concert Saturday night, and several of you have asked how it was.

ROCKIN’ of course.

But, you know, it was a free concert at UVA so the girl and I were the oldest and youngest hipsters in attendance. Sigh. I thought:

They have bare feet.
I have crows’ feet.
The test results they worry about are academic.
My test results are medical.
Ben Folds has been around since (at least) 1995, when most of my fellow concertgoers were about seven.
I have shoes that have been around longer.

The girl listened to Ben Folds Five in utero so she thoroughly enjoyed hearing Ben live. She did, however, think because we’d already met, that Ben would remember me and we’d get to hang out with him after the show. I had to burst that bubble. So while I wasn’t overly aware of the us and them vibe, I had a good time. Next time, though, I’m bringing along a gang of friends.

Did you know that EVERYONE ELSE went somewhere on Spring Break? Did you know that EVERYONE BUT US has gone to Florida (Hi Sarabeth!), Jamaica or Europe? Someone even went on a CRUISE. And WHERE are WE going? HARRISONBURG?!  This is not a VACATION. WHY can’t WE go somewhere? I know, why don’t we check into the OMNI downtown and PRETEND we’ve gone somewhere?

*This is a sample of the ongoing soundtrack to this week, courtesy of the girl. We are the Worst. Parents. Ever. Just ask her.

Actual conversations:

The Girl: That’s a really big bag.
Me: Yep.
TG: It’s too big to recycle as a dog poop bag.
Me: Yep, but it would make a great elephant poop bag.

Me: So how did you like the Body Snatchers exhibit?
The Boy: It was pretty disturbing. I liked it.

The Girl: Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom.
Me: What?
TG: I forgot.

The Boy: OK, so at the Bodyworlds thing?
Me: Body Snatchers?
TB: Yeah, so we put John Smith’s name in to be a donor. (laughter)
Me: Nice.

One more day of working at home while the kids are on spring break. Send good vibes this way.