Pages

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

How I Know I'm Not One of the Cool Kids

There was an incident at a nightclub in town. Police from many towns were called in. My husband pointed it out to me in the paper. "They're talking about closing down Studio 9," he says.

"Where's that?" I ask - though it sounded kind of familiar.

"Next to Syms." He tells me.

"Oh, I thought that was a shoe store."

1 comment:

Barb, sfo said...

Hmmm, I think my husband took me there in our early dating days. As I recall, it was a fairly disastrous group date that included his friend locking the keys in the car....the Reo was always a much better choice!