Tonight we went out for supper and a show. Stage west, our chance to have a delicious buffet that generally leaves us full of regret about our lack of willpower, and entertainment afterwards.

I was looking forward to the night, a chance to spend time with friends and go out without the children, but I wasn’t overly keen on the topic- the 90’s.

It was a musical review, and I lived through the songs what felt like just yesterday.

But as I listened, I could feel the years peel away.

I was in grade 8, 12, university.

I was driving back from air cadet camp with friends,

I was figure skating with others to whomp there it is.

I was awake at four am, watching the spice girls movie by myself, too scared to go to bed after the movie I’d watched before it.

I was singing at the top of my lungs, thinking I’d love to be a drag queen. They get all the best music and dresses and sparkle. And Cher and Celine are fabulous.

It feels like I just blinked and here I am. An adult pushing forty. But tonight I was 16, 18, 21.

I felt alive and carefree.

The music was the background of my youth, and listening to it tonight I was young again.

I think it’s time to start going out and dancing.

As long as I can be home by ten.