and i said a gi joe messenger bag the eyes mutually agreeing that we were too old for this , yet still enthralled , the music moved us even though the culture had slowed to a consumerist , corporate sludge , clogging up the pipes of punk rock -- she accepted the offer of a drink , some type of sale on coronas because no one was old like us to buy and we talked about the currency of the day -- books , movies , music of course and stances on wal-mart ; me older her younger , or so we thought until it was revealed our birthdays were the same month of the same year and here we are , me surviving her crocheting phase , her surviving my extreme jet ski phase , even though jet skis cost more .