The other day I found a clip on YouTube of a 1989 Who concert that I attended with friends. Later that summer, my best friend and I went to the original Woodstock site, 'way before the Bethel Woods Center for the Arts was built on the site, and chipped off a small piece of the original concrete stage supports.
Earlier that same year I'd gone to Daytona Beach for spring break and wore a bikini. (That ship has sailed, I'm afraid.)
I feel like I'm so old and boring now. I feel trapped in a state that I don't like, and frustrated.