The whole day leading up to the event I was putting together outfits in my head, trying to find a 'vintage' combo of things I already owned from H&M, Zara and the like. I was excited when I put together a brown geometric/polka dotted dress, very high closed toed brown heels with blue blows - didn't actually make it out of the house in these as I pulled my calf muscle a bit walking around the house while having drinks before going to the party and as my friend pointed out, "those are taxi shoes", and since we were walking, I swapped them for open-toed, but heeled faux Gucci sandals- a beige silk flower and sparkly pink cardigan, hair pulled up in a bun. Even my roommate and her beau complimented me on my vintage dress, so, I was feeling, well, confident. My friend came over, she too outfitted in 'vintage' garb, pearls included.

And we were off, as we approached the venue though, my stomach sank down to my heels -as once again- i was inappropriately dressed for the occasion. It seems when something says 'vintage', said vintage era should also be specified, since the groups of youngin's in front of us were decked out in 80s gear, hair to the side, thick eyeliner and even a zebra-printed jean jacket. To add insult to injury, this group of girls turned back towards us, pointed and started whispering and gigggling, I instantly felt like Joan Cusack's character in Sixteen Candles--she was the geek with the neckbrace who wore sweatshirts with frilly lace and couldn't quite get the water from the water fountain in her mouth because of the brace. Surely I thought, once we got in, it would be very 50s prom dress-esque, wrong again, nothing but 80s, although it did have a high school dance feel, since each corner of the place was occupied by a different community: the rasta mullets, geeks, band groupies, etc....

Solution, hit the bar and get a whisky the size of my head. Then we perched ourselves on the side of a booth, sipped on our drinks and started laughing at eachother as we looked like the old school marms chaperoning the dance. The music at the start was also 80s, with breakdancing videos on the screen, and that old feeling was getting deeper and deeper...

I tried to repeat phrases like  'age is just a number' and 'you're only as old as you feel' in my head. I mean, I agree with these statements, however, the more I go out now with my 30 -in a week to be 30+1- years, I'm finding in order to 'feel' younger, it is wise to put myself in a room with people who are significantly older, that or start researching what things like 'vintage' and 'classic' mean to people at least 10 years younger to make sure I am no longer inappropriately dressed and feel young and sexy, not old and like a librarian!