Feeling my age

It's oddly comforting to know that even though my day began at 6 am and I got home at 3 am, I still have energy enough to stay up and blog for a bit.

This is particularly comforting when you consider that:
  • I was at a birthday party where one birthday boy was turning 29 and the other is still in his mid-twenties.
  • Until about five months ago, I didn't know any of these people.
  • At one point during the party, we were all reminiscing about the songs we grew up with, and we realised that the eighteen-year-old pre-National Service-enlistee in our midst (aka the youngest person at the party) had no idea who M.C. Hammer or Vanilla Ice were.
  • When we got around to playing the music, the eighteen-year-old didn't recognise Pet Shop Boys' "Domino Dancing" either. Apparently, they don't play it at Zouk's Mambo Nights very much.
  • Before the party, I was at a school event where the a cappella group's performance took me right back to the choir concert in my final year of junior college and resident a cappella group Punch's lively repertoire, during which a certain tenor made the girls swoon with his solo during Billy Joel's "The Longest Time". Then I realised that the memory was more than ten years old, I had no idea where most of the Punch people are anymore, and these kids singing onstage looked exactly like Punch did back then, which goes to show how much things don't really change after all.
I may have just crossed over to the further side of thirty, but give me enough M&Ms and TiramiSutra cake and I can be up all night with the young 'uns, excessive vodka or no. (The de facto bartender for the evening --- "Screwdriver? Screweddriver? Lychee martini? Can make martinis with ang mo dan [rambutans]? Screweddriver?" --- was so efficient that I had to pass on the green tea vodka he concocted at party's end when all the other typical mixers had run out.)

The next morning --- Edited to add: I just realised that I was probably the oldest person at the party last night. Egads!

Further edited to add: Think of this as the obligatory couple-of-weeks-after-my-birthday age-obsessive post. I don't usually sit around pondering my age vis-à-vis the people around me.


At 4/09/2005 12:58 am , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Punch? Were you from RJ Chorale? Which year? I was there between 91 and 92...

At 4/09/2005 7:35 am , Blogger Abigael said...

Don't you worry, Richard Merrells was there. With him around, it's kinda difficult to be the oldest one around, you know?

At 4/09/2005 10:11 am , Blogger perception said...

it's "a cappella". =)

sorry, couldn't resist.

At 4/09/2005 11:44 am , Blogger Terz said...

Hey babe. Greetings from Medan. Coming home tomorrow.

See you at Changi.

At 4/09/2005 11:30 pm , Blogger Tym said...

mrs budak --- All I'll say is that I was at a concert where Punch performed and the young tenor was quite the hit. :)

Abigael --- Oh yah! Now I feel better ;) at least until the part where he left and then I really was the oldest person left.

perception --- Thanks! I've fixed it. Can't believe I made that rudimentary error.

Terz --- Wah, got ingterneck (TM Mr Miyagi) already. See you in a few hours.

popagandhi --- But we always knew you were atypical of your generation :) Acid test: do you remember Zoo 101.9? (I hope I got the numbers correct...)

At 4/10/2005 3:17 pm , Blogger Agagooga said...

The more things change, the more things stay the same

At 4/11/2005 9:41 pm , Blogger Tym said...

I don't believe you're old enough to get away with saying that yet!

At 4/11/2005 9:50 pm , Blogger Yuhui said...

It's Zoo 101.6 (remember Teenage Textbook?)

At 4/12/2005 10:53 am , Blogger Tym said...

Argh! Foiled again. I fail the very test I tried to set for popagandi...


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