So I am at a Depeche Mode concert.
On my left there are two young girls, then a young boy, then a guy who looks older than me.
The young girls are dancing and singing with me, and I am pretty impressed that they know the old DM stuff as well as the new songs - especially considering they weren't born when some of these songs came out.
Eventually I turn to the adorable little blond next to me and, thinking they are a family, point to the older guy and yell over the music:
"Is that your dad?"
She looks at me as if I am insane.
OK, not a family.
I change tack.
"How old are you?" I yell.
"Nineteen!" she shouts back, pointing at herself and her friend.
"Oh wow!" I screech.
And then I have one of those moments where I say something which, even as it is only half way out of my mouth, I realize is so impossibly, totally stupid. So lame. So uncool. So Whatever-the-fuck-word-kids-use-for-moron-adults-these-days.
"It's so cool that Depeche Mode has young fans!" I scream, giving them the thumbs up.
And there you have it.
Suddenly I'm the old lady at the concert who was, like, around when, like Depeche Mode was, like, first coming out and why is she, like, even talking to us?
Oy vey.