You know, I used to be a little cool before I became a mama. Our little Southern college town of Chapel Hill, NC has quite a renowned local music scene, and I was once involved in it, going to shows and keeping up with local bands and such. That's been nearly a decade ago, though. In fact, whenever I look at the musical calendar of any local clubs now I generally don't recognize ANY band unless it's an old one, or has some national fame. But here's an incident to warm the cockles of my ex-kinda-cool-girl's heart.
A friend of ours gave us a great mix CD for Christmas that included many local bands on it and we loved it. I thought I'd try branching out with some new hometown CD's and maybe get a little something for Husband's birthday while I was at it. This meant braving the local, uber-cool record store yesterday (warning to those of you at work: that link is noisy), something I haven't done in years. So I go in with Bean in arms, my friend's CD playlist safely tucked in my purse in case I forget the bands I liked best. I peruse very self-consciously, chatting to Bean, who is very interested in this new venue, as I scan the racks. I find the CD's I'm looking for and bring them to the counter where stands a woman my age, MUCH cooler than me. But you know, folks, she's actually friendly! And the best thing of all? As she's ringing up my purchases, she looks at Bean and coos, "Is this your Flaming Lips CD? Huh? Huh? Little cutie..." Bean grins at her.
I might go there again next week.