My daughter has ballet in a studio that is a short walk from a skate/ surf shop. They also sell snowboards and refer to themselves by the all encompassing term “board shop”.
I have a weakness for board related things. There are a million ways to defy aging: adult sports leagues, cover bands, pilots licenses, plastic surgery and puppies being the most popular, according to my non-scientific study of, I feel old today, maybe I’ll start a Bangles cover band.
You know that game, right? So then you call a friend who also feels old and wants to start a Bangles cover band and you’ll get to talking and realize that your mutual friend’s kid goes to school with one of the Bangles’ kids! And, holy moly, how cool would it be to have a Bangles cover band with an actual Bangle? And you’ll spend five whole minutes on this fantasy, this elixir, until… “MOM!”
Youth may be wasted on the young, but it also belongs to the young and How Can I Be 37 When I Still Feel Like I’m 20? takes a backseat to math homework.
That said, I still make time to stroll through the board shop while my daughter is at ballet class. It’s where I buy my Toms and my son’s skateboards. They’re local and friendly and everything else good.
Last week my husband and son were with me when I found a pair of jeans that I liked. I held them up. The guys hated them. I tried them on. They fit. I liked them, but the guys were unmoved. I changed back and debated the jeans.
Husband: They’re kind of juvenile.
Son: I don’t like the pockets.
Me: On a scale of one to ten, how much do you hate them?
I held the jeans up to show the pretty, ninteen-ish girl behind the counter. (Question: Are teenagers better looking now than, say, in the nineties? It seems so. Why is that?)
Me: Are these juvenile?
19 Year Old: Actually, I have the exact same jeans and I wear them all the time.
Vindicated. I bought the jeans.
As we left the store, me swinging my bag, no one mentioned that the sales girl was juvenile. It was quietly understood and didn’t need to be spoken.