Either I'm old or I'm just lame

I went to a New Year's Eve party last night and had a great time. As the night wore on, I started to get the sneaking suspicion that I was maybe the oldest person at the party. Or, I'm just lame. Here were 7 clues that got me thinking:

7. Most of the teachers I talked to were just starting to teach...I was wondering how I've lasted so long in this profession.

6. When a drink spilled, everyone just left it. My first thought was concern for the hardwood floor's finish. Thankfully, an older guy ran to clean it up. Perhaps we were on the same wavelength?

5. I was the only person quietly singing along to Morrissey before they changed it to the Cupid Shuffle.

4. I had to sit out of most of the "group" dances. I mean, it's not my fault that no one has taught me how to dougie...I'm still stuck on soulja boy.

3. When the Macarena came on (which, sadly I DID know), someone commented, "You guys remember this from our 6th grade dances?" My reply was, "Well, I remember it from my senior trip to Cancun, but yeah." Class of 96, holla!

2. I knew all the words to "Ice Ice Baby", which WAS actually from my 6th grade dances.

But this was the kicker:

1. When Journey's "Don't Stop Believin" came on, half the room groaned (though I was not one of them). As one girl was leaving the dance floor, she said to me, "That's OK, I don't like Bon Jovi anyway."

So much for staying relevant, huh?