Life in the Land of Dreamy Dreams

Alison spent yesterday making me feel old. Not intentionally- not really- just by being a teen.

We had scheduled a tour of LSU in Baton Rouge- the start of her college search. And I kept wondering how the hell it was possible we had reached this point. How on earth can she be this old? (and the corollary, of course…how can I be this old? I’m still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up!)

In the hour and a half trip up we talked about whether or not she would be going to NYC this summer, and who she might visit with.

“Oh!” she said, “I forgot to tell you that Travis was on TRL- he was the only one from Coheed there. Isn’t that great?!”

Umm…yeah, sounds really fab…uh…TLR? Oh, TRL, of course. Duh. Great!

I quietly looked it up when we got home and discovered it’s an insanely popular music show on MTV. So yay Travis, boo uninformed mom.

Ah well. If I tried to keep up with everything the kid watches my head would explode in an attempt at self-defense. Maybe I’ll actually feel younger when she goes off to college…then there’ll be no one there to burst my bubble; I’ll be able to delude myself that the stuff I listen to is actually current. I can blissfully ignore all evidence to the contrary and wrap myself in the cuddly blanket of reality rejection, listen to some bad hair metal and go fetal.

Until Alison’s semester is over, of course.

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