Last night Thing 3 and I had a couple of hours to kill after his “Line Thru Rehearsal” (basically a chance for actors to get together again after not performing for three days to see if they remember their lines) and his call time.
“Hey mom can we go to *insert name here*?” he asked. “I love that 80s retro diner.”
“Um, sure,” I responded a little offended. “But really? The 80s are retro?”
He looked at me with that “Uh, duh” expression, causing the “You know you’re getting old when …” rhetoric to run through my head. At the time, I didn’t have the heart to tell him that we were actually going to a ”Retro 50s” diner.
But when we walked in and saw this …
I felt the need to defend myself. Afterall, I grew up in the 80s and I could attest to fact that the Coke machines and jukeboxes looked nothing like that (at least not exactly like that), so I couldn’t possibly be considered retro, could I? I had taken all I could of these retro remarks and the implication that Thing 3′s mother was, well, outdated.
“Um, by the way Thing 3, we are in a 50s diner,” I corrected, my tone giving me a self-implied pat on the back.
Without hesitating between sips of his retro “cocktail,” Thing 3 responded with a shrug and a “Well, close enough.”
*Visualize mouth wide open, appalled and disbelieving expression frozen on my face
Really, close enough? I thought. But Thing 3 was saved by the rhetorical bell when the waiter entered the scene to deliver our food. The conversation was lost in the chaos of four hungry Seusses chowing their ”Retro 80s” food.
And Thing 1 and Thing 3 did some retro sibling bonding.
After dinner, Thing 3 and I went next door where we did a little retro bowling.
Where I got a major retro bellyache and had to call in The Grinch for backup, because I couldn’t leave the non-retro lady’s room, nor risk being trapped backstage with Thing 3 at his play in this condition.
But until that moment a “Retro ’80s” good time was had by all!
P.S. I thought I’d post black and white photos of our retro evening to give it a more retro flare.