The buzz on being 20 ... it blows.

Dec 22, 2007 23:10

The verdict for my Saturday night: THIS BLOWS.

Matt left for Toronto early this morning, and I'm being such a silly girl -- I'm already counting the days until I'll be able to kiss him next. (Nine)

So, I'm at my parent's house in Everett. Bored out of my fucking mind.
My parents left, because my dad's band is playing a show tonight that I can't go to because my fucking vertical driver's license indicates the fact that I am a mere four months underage.

But not only that... one of my favorite bands, Kay Kay and His Weathered Underground, is playing with Aqueduct tonight, and two of the guys in the band graduated from high school the same year as I did. I've even drank beer with those guys.

These are the reasons it's unfair that my age restricts me from seeing live music in venues where they serve alcohol:

1) 80% of my friends, (most of whom I consider mental equals), my boyfriend, and the entire band I want to see play tonight are all within .1 standard deviation of my age, and are not restricted.

2) I more than likely wouldn't drink at the show tonight anyway, even if it were legal for me to do so. The cover charge is enough for broke college students, and alcohol is expensive. I just want to watch the fucking music.

3) Rather than being with my friends (see reason 1) watching live music, I'm presently sitting on my ass by myself enjoying an entire bottle of wine in order to write this. Go figure, the drinking age is actually fueling angsty alcoholism in 20 year olds.

4) I'm too lazy to get a fake ID, for four months, only to see a handful of shows.

I miss Matt, I'm slightly buzzed from the wine, and I just want to see some goddamn live music. BAH HUMBUG. Happy holidays, bitches.

wine, fuck

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