So this past weekend, my besty and I went to see Blink-182. We had been mega fans when we were in High School, approximately ages 13-17. Now, at the ripe age of 23, one of us is married, and quite pregnant (not me), and we have realized that we are just too old (or 'matuuure' as L puts it) to sit on garbage bags on a wet hill, while people slide into us with muddy shoes, too drunk to navigate the incline. Also, to my mother's delight, I'm sure, we realized that teenage angst and ridiculous lyrics are not becoming on three thirty-something men with children and families. Nor is it becoming on two twenty three year old women....unless it is a very hot, August night, when Taco Bell is an absolute necessity. However, this night was not tonight. I still love Weezer none the less.