28 & 1 – Am I going to fret like this every year?

Twenty-eight years and one day.

I went out last night for a few birthday drinks with some friends. We had a pretty good night, drinking, chatting and dancing.

The second (and last) venue we went to was the kind of bar I haven’t been to in years. It was a slightly delapitated rock/alternative bar/club.

It was an amazing night. The DJ was playing tunes that I loved, and I was quite merrily singing along to them all night.

Late in the evening, as the first few bars of Blur’s Song 2 started playing, the crowd went a little wild, and the pogoing started. I moved out of the way of the exuberant 18 year olds as they leapt around the dance floor like lunatics.

And then something struck me… When did I stop being one of those exuberant 18 year olds… I remembered pogoing to song 2 when it first was released, and that didn’t seem that long ago… it’s only … 10 years!

I’ve always though I didn’t feel much different now than I did when I was 18/20, but at that moment I felt soo old.

The Cure?

I downed my drink and pogo’d on in there.