I participated in a sprint triathlon in August at the YMCA, and the swag bag contained a pair of YMCA sunglasses with the neon arms.
My goodness, when I was eighteen, I didn’t wear anything other than sunglasses with neon arms, cheap ones. And we called them shades.
I misplaced my regular sunglasses, so I’ve worn this pair for about a week, and it made me feel eighteen.
And, according to my boys, I looked like an anachronism. Well, they did not say anachronism as I am not sure it’s in their vocabulary. But if they knew the word, they would apply it to me.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to party like it’s… a couple years ago.
