Now I know how narc's feel

1-2-2005 - 4:56 p.m.

For the first time in my life, I felt old at a party.
It was a New Year's Eve party at a friend's apartment in Philadelphia. Filled with young rock hipsters and their groupie girlfriends (members of two up-and-coming bands... Silvertide and Pepper's Ghost... apparently they had both just signed multi-million dollar record deals. In hindsight, I probably should have flirted more).

I swigged cheap champagne and Miller Lite, pretending not to notice that I was about 5 years older than most of the other attendees. But my brain nagged on, forcing me to think that 26 is indeed the threshold for being considered cool.

Usually, wearing a 100% cashmere sweater fills me up with a satisfying sense of snobby-chic. But that night, it just made me feel old.

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