Let's face it - my era of "cool" is over.
I'm a 30-something mother of one who lives in the suburbs. I'm usually in bed by 8:30 every night, I love nothing better than to read myself to sleep, and my big weekend plans usually involved catching up on laundry and sewing (if I'm lucky). Fortunately, we've kept a few "cool" friends around over the years so that we can live vicariously through them from time to time. They can tell us about the latest concert that they've been to, about their recent travels to Central America, and they can invite us over to see the houseboat that they recently bought (!) - which incidentally O thought was the coolest thing ever.
Okay, okay - I also thought it was the coolest thing ever.
Now if only being on the water didn't make me want to vomit...