1987 was awesome. High school graduation. First semester of College. Loved that year.
1983 was pretty cool. Freshman year of high school. New friends. Old friends.
1985 was up there, too. DRIVERS LICENSE. W00t!! Pile in the Ford Granada.
1988 saw a lot of independence emerge. Heartbreak. Love. College in full swing. Legal drinking age - oops wait. That's what the bouncers thought but it wasn't true.
My point? I spent two days with SEVERAL HUNDRED people, and the majority were born during those same years. BORN. BORN in the 80's and drinking with me at the event.
No wonder when 10:00 hit I ran out of the bar like Cinderella at midnight...who wants to see the exhausted old lady lose her slipper on the way out because she's had 3 glasses of wine and has been up 16 hours trying to sound intelligent and cool at the same time, and could have given birth to some of the same people she was spewing advice to about Twitter, FaceBook and social networking??
Wanna feel old? Go to a social media event. Damn kids.