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It was kinda creepy. No middle agers or seniors- except our waitress who was a senior. (And worked harder and better than the young hipsters who sat around talking about hipsterish things while she worked. I only recall seeing a few moms with babies too.
Someone should do a study to determine if tight pants dramatically alters one’s life expectancy. That may explain the disproportionate number of young’uns in W’burg.
Bxgrl and I were in Williamsburg last Sunday, and it was like being in Logan’s Run. For you young’uns, that’s a 1976 movie about living in a society where no one is over the age of 30. We were sitting in a restaurant actually looking for people our age, and only saw 2 in the entire time we were there. I fully expected people to surround us and touch our graying hair and marvel at our existence.
ET, I’ve never seen so many bikes in my life, either.
It was kinda creepy. No middle agers or seniors- except our waitress who was a senior. (And worked harder and better than the young hipsters who sat around talking about hipsterish things while she worked. I only recall seeing a few moms with babies too.
Someone should do a study to determine if tight pants dramatically alters one’s life expectancy. That may explain the disproportionate number of young’uns in W’burg.
Great movie, MM. I’d love to see that again.
they are over 30, you are just so old you forget that someone who is 31 can easily look 25.
When I want to see people my age in Williamsburg, I have to go to the cemetery.
Kens, I can’t today. Tate’s last tutoring session and patients start early for me this afternoon. Later this week? Or early next?
Bxgrl and I were in Williamsburg last Sunday, and it was like being in Logan’s Run. For you young’uns, that’s a 1976 movie about living in a society where no one is over the age of 30. We were sitting in a restaurant actually looking for people our age, and only saw 2 in the entire time we were there. I fully expected people to surround us and touch our graying hair and marvel at our existence.
ET, I’ve never seen so many bikes in my life, either.
DCB, Are you coming the Dead Sparrow tomorrow night?
Randi, fear not. No one will harm you 🙂