I was just at a cocktail hour for my husband's sort of coworkers (hard to explain). Most of them are older - like 60+. The playlist started playing Watermelon Sugar. I started to channel my inner Frozen 1 Kristoff; "I'm gonna tell them." But thankfully my inner Ana quickly piped up and said, "Don't you dare." So now there are gonna be a lot of Boomers at this resort singing about *gestures vaguely* that. Then again, some old people are freaks, and after all, we *are* in Key West...