So trendy it hurts

I had this moment of mortification this morning as I was sashaying down San Jacinto st. in my Mossimo T, trendy capri jeans, gypsy hip belt and knee high boots. My ipod ear buds blared Shiny Toy Guns and I serenaded the 7am construction workers by belting out the words to "You are the One" as my dangle earrings swayed in tempo with each resolute step. It was when I shifted my messenger bag containing Scooter the microscopic laptop while responding to a text message chime (all while delicately balancing my double shot mocha) I stopped dead in my tracks and had this awful epiphany:

I reek of yuppie right about now.

Secondary thought:
Aren't I too old to enjoy Shiny Toy Guns?

The only saving grace was that my coffee drink was from a local shop.