at what point...

...did we become yuppies?  I mean, seriously...a few years ago we ate cheap so that we when went out, we could drink cheap (or didn't eat at all).  I drove a two-door, stick shift Honda Civic and swore I'd never get rid of it...stickers on the back and all.  My idea of a good night out was a pack of smokes, a frozen pizza and a 12-pack of Budlight long-neck bottles.  Up until recently, I still wore clothes that I wore in college (8 years ago!).  I owned one pair of heels that I never wore and I thought that "nice jeans" (meaning freshly washed) could be worn for all occasions.

I look at my husband and I see the same thing happened to him, too.  While he was never quite a hippie (and no where near the dirty hippie I was) he was definitely alternative.  Combat boots, torn jeans, bracelets.   Um, now he irons his khakis, has a collection of polos that would make Arnold Palmer jealous and he, ahem, plays golf.

WHAT?????

And I know that we haven't, at least, I haven't, lost some of our old ideas and beliefs in justice, peace, and humanity.  But I think it is funny that now we eat at nice restaraunts, stay in nice hotels (and totally bitch when we stay at a hotel that isn't up to our "standards"...the same hotels a few years ago would have been considered swanky), wear clothes that match (and aren't ragged out), and...I drive a mid-size SUV.  

I looked at BJ the other day and said, "I think it's official.  We're yuppies."  He just stared at me and then we both shuddered...and then laughed.