Tonight my parents and I thought we were attending a comedic play about high school reunions. We arrived at the playhouse to discover that the reunion play had ended and they were now showing "Is that all there is?" It turned out to be an uneventful and depressing show- mother dies at a restaurant, family sits shiva, the mother appears again (except she's dead- minor detail), then they tell her to leave and let them mourn. I don't know what the point was, other than accentuating jewish stereotypes, but it was a disappointing introduction to a new playhouse.
A recently divorced friend of the family came over for dinner tonight. He told us the last time he was dating it was the disco era. I find it incredibly amusing to imagine him at a disco. Its not quite as amusing as imagining my father with long hair pleading with his mother to let him attend Woodstock though. I wonder what the next generation will find funny about us? The bright colors, big hair and bouncy music of the 80's/90's for sure!