YOLO

We were at a reception last night when Conlin's cousin plopped into the seat next to us.  After a few moments the cousin leaned close to Conlin, nodded toward a youngish white male, and said, "Dude, that guy totally looks like Macklemore."

Conlin stared at the cousin, glanced at me, and finally muttered, "I don't know who that is."

I glanced at my shoes hoping to avoid the followup question.  But his cousin turned to me, "You know who he is, right?"

I chose this moment to fake a mild seizure and muttered something unintelligible because no, I don't really know who that is.  I know I should know, but...nope.  

In a last-ditch attempt to salvage our "hip-ness" Conlin offered up a hopeful, "YOLO?"  The cousin squinted at Conlin, trying to decipher his intent.  I started snort-laughing.

Because, man.  We're old.