El Grande is 7½ years older than I am. Most of the time we don't think about that at all, but occasionally it comes back to bite us in the ass.
(Take New Coke, for instance. El Grande experienced it in college, and thought it didn't taste right mixed with bourbon. I experienced in junior high, and my grandpa and I thought it didn't taste right with Archway Homestyle Oatmeal cookies.)
Tonight, El Grande and I were watching "Tuesday Twoplay" on VH1 Classic. (Are you people watching VH1 Classic? If not, you are missing the Best. Channel. Evah.) It was a Prince block, and the videos were "Sexuality" and "Gett Off." So we cranked "Gett Off" and danced around the living room.
El Grande: "I bought this CD when I was 24."
Me (singing): "...now move your big ass 'round this way so I can work on that zipper, baby."
El Grande: "Hey, you know all the words to this song."
Me: "Of course I do. We used to dance to it every week at Teen Night at Buster's."
El Grande: "Teen Night?!"
Me: "Teen Night. We used to dress in our best stretch acid-wash denim miniskirts and freak to this song like only 16-year-old white girls can freak."
El Grande: "Freak?"
Me (demonstrating): "Like this. You didn't freak to this song?"
El Grande: "I was 24."
Me: "Oh. Yeah. Right."
* The lyric actually calls for 23 positions, but my friend Amy, who went to Teen Night with me every week for two years, was convinced there were only 22. And every time we heard that song, she would sing the wrong damn lyric at the top of her lungs. Good times.