WDBR graduate

So yesterday I went to pick up a take n bake pizza for the family totally kid free. That is enough excitement for my week...let me tell ya!!
There was some construction so I sat in the car a bit longer than the standard 5 minutes.
On my way home I realized I was still listening to Imagination Movers with out the presence of short people. I didn't want anyone else to realize this, so I quickly turned on the radio.

I NEVER EVER NEVER EVER NEVER EVER NEVER get to listen to the radio. If the kids are in the van with me then it's their music (6 disc changer with Imagination Movers, TMBG and U2). If it's just me, it usually takes me until I pull in my drive way to realize was was listening to Here Comes the ABCs the whole time and get angry that I could have listened to real music.
So I turned on 97.7. It's a station that is pretty good, in my opinion. Their tag line is "Springfield's Music Alternative...music that matters then and now" They play artists from John Mayer to INXS to Black Crows. Most of this stuff I have heard of and feel comfortable listening to.

So anyways, I put on 97.7 and it's a commercial...hmpf. I don't like commercials. And like heck I'm going to use my last 5 minutes in the car alone listening to a bridal show commercial.
So I turn on WDBR, 103.7. Their tag line is "Springfield's #1 Hit music station". A new song was starting so I left it on to listen. I was instantly horrified. I have no idea who this 'artist' was or what the title of this 'song' was. (I use the term artist and song VERY loosely) But it was awful. It's difficult to put into words this mess I heard. A few thoughts that came to mind were: 'I can't believe some one gave this guy a record deal' 'Was he just talking about sex...I have never heard it in those terms before' 'What in the hell is a....oh....ewwww' 'If he does that to her she will definitely get a UTI' 'Dude, they don't tell counters like that at Lowes'...just to name a few.

Then I realized at one point in time I liked this crap. I heard it weekly...*cough cough* ok more like nightly at the bar. I was there dancing my tush off to crap very similar to what I was just grossed out by and thought it was great. The 23 year old me would have known all the lyrics, known when to shout out the really juicy 'good' lines. Now I didn't even know what the juicy lines were referring to.

I felt instantly old and a huge loser. Like I should still be out there shaking my tush. That feeling lasted all of one milisecond when I realized I was driving a mini-van with 3 car seats.
I realized I have no desire to never be that person ever again. You couldn't pay me enough to join the bar scene again. I'd much rather drive my mini-van in silence (or even with some TMBG) than play those games again. No figgin' way. My WDBR days are over, thankfully.
I love my life. I have a kick-ass husband. Three of the most amazing children that are truly a gift from God. I'm glad life only goes forward.