John and I thought we were going to be so cool last night. I got him a replacement XBox 360 for his birthday (after his old one bit the dust) and a new Guitar Hero game.
So, at about 8:30 when both kids were asleep, we got our drink on (Coke Zeros. We needed caffeine to stay up past 9:00) and we headed to the basement.
Look at us! We are so cool! We were all but tweeting and texting (and sexting, I hear, is the new thing.)
We cranked up the XBox and totally started jamming. (Is jamming still the right term? What do they call it these days? Rockin' out? WHATTELLMEIDON'TKNOWTHESETHINGSANYMORE)
And then, after one song each we had carpal tunnel syndrome and broken necks. We were cradling our sore forearms and rubbing our sore necks. Then we went to bed early, dreading the night full of children waking us up every other hour, which they totally did. We might as well just start calling ourselves elderly at this point, so lame are we.