Mena went off to high school today.
In so doing she somehow reverted to an earlier age; she put on more makeup than usual, put her hair up, etc. Looked very good; then she asked me:
"How old do I look?"
"Probably too old to be in high school," I said.
To which she was a little upset. I reminded her that she's 10 years older than a freshman in high school.
"But Drew Barrymore can pull it off!" she said.
Not too difficult when the supposed teenage love interest is 26 years old.
Then Mena continued:
"I need some money..."
"How much?"
"I don't know... $5?"
I gave her $15, to which she said, "I'm going to make some friends with this!"
She (like me, like anyone, I guess) has this dream of going back to school and being just really cool and listening to good music etc. She should've brought along some Serge Gainsbourg CDs, befriended a couple of loners, and taken over the school, humiliating the jocks in the process.
And then maybe, for good measure, led the disillusioned teenagers in a choreographed dance routine. To "qui est in qui est out".
