Lately I've been having wedding-related nightmares -- all boiling down to me finding myself with things half done or not done at all on the day before the wedding. In last night's dream I had forgotten, or neglected, to book hair and makeup appointments. Sadly, given my tendency to procrastinate, these sleepy imaginings aren't so far-fetched. :) Ack!
I learned tonight that the music of 1999, at least according to MuchMoreRetro (a Canadian music video channel), already qualifies as "retro." Watching 90s videos is always a little disconcerting since despite my being in their target demographic, I missed many of them the first time around (combine two parts sheltered childhood, one part depressive oblivion, one part geekish detachment from popular culture, throw in a little miscellany...you get the picture). You hear of people trying to recapture youth by throwing themselves into current youth culture -- but here I am, almost 29, channeling 1996, a year I refuse to accept as A Long Time Ago...because I still haven't put it to rest, and acknowledging the long ago-ness of a time that in some ways feels so recent means admitting that I could be Getting Old, which is turn makes me feel even older for using old-people platitudes about time flying faster the older you get. And yes, I do realize that old is relative and 30 isn't 80...but I do have a bittersweet, behind-the-times, stranger-in-a-strange-land sensation of having lived forty lifetimes but having fallen asleep through the good parts.
And lest anyone jump to such a conclusion, I am not stoned, drunk, or coffee-buzzed. ;)
On a 90s-music related note -- what the heck kind of excuse for a lyric is "missing you like candy"? Oh, Mandy.
