I spent the last weekend of my 20s at a rowing regata. It was a really great weekend, although there is something about driving around a flock of teenage girls 3-4 hours each way to make you feel a bit old.
It started with waiting to get everyone assembled and ready to go.
I had the distinction of being the only one on my team with a full, unrestricted drivers license.
I noticed that there was a distinctive pattern to the road trip. Phase 1 = giggle and gossip, when you passionately want to say something yell "oye, I'm talking!" Phase 2 = tunes and techno dancing (much better if you can use car speakers instead of portable ones) Phase 3 = fall into silence as the driver plods along into the night.
I overheard a few things that make me think:
- "'94" "95" "94" as the girls stated their birthyear, my inner dialogue crikey, the babies of the teen mothers I went to school are now THIS big and Dang, I am twice as old as my entire team!
- "shannon" which happens frequently with 2 other Shannon's in the club. After about the 15th time, I stopped responded. The one time I didn't respond that they were actually talking to me lead to overhearing this overlapping sequence "Shit I think she is asleep" "what do we do?" "well at least it is a straigth stretch of road..." Did they really think someone could sleep and stay in their lane for 15 minutes!?!
Then on Sunday we packed up and raced off to watch the Drysdale race:
I was exhausted by the time I returned at 5. Traveler came and picked me up and calmly waited while I cleaned the bus and returned it to the rental depot.
