When an invitation comes my way, I think "Hmmm, how many onces of stored milk is that going to cost me?"
We got free tickets to U2's 360 tour this weekend and I was happy to spend some liquid gold for the rocking out cause. At first we felt so 'hardcore' for leaving the house at night to go to a concert, but when we arrived we found ourselves surrounded by 40-somethings and their kids. (The concert attendee next to us couldn't have been older than twelve.)
All signs that we're getting old. . .