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First things first. I looked undeniably hot tonight. Not that I don't in general, but tonight in particular. I'll post on facebook once I recharge my camera battery.
Tonight I went to see the Yeah Yeah Yeahs at the Fillmore. Prefaced by saying that Nick Zinner is a GOD and I still want to be Karen Oh even though I am supposedly grown up, I had a mediocre time.
1) running late because of being exhausted from work and then having to get beautiful
2) can't find parking, should have taken the bus or a taxi, but I look too hot and don't want to be hit on by homeless people (separate rant -- ew!) and taxis are too expensive
3) smoke half a cig on the way in, and decide a vodka tonic will quell my nerves as I find a good place for myself and calm down enough to not look awkward at being by myself.
4) can't buy drink. My atm card doesn't work. The pins for a cash advance on my CC don't work. And I have $2 in cash. Thats not even a decent tip on most drinks.
5) Fine, I'll buy drinks for other people and put the total on my card (bar has $40 min.) Prob: Bartender is an ass and puts the kabash on that.
6) I look cute, but I am kind of desperate at this point as well, maybe he won't notice and he'll let me charge my drink anyways. See #5, bartender is an ass. I don't even have enough cash for a bottle of water.
7) Settle in and remember that these are the shoes where my toes slip through the peep toe and cut off circulation to 3 of my left toes.
8) Miss opening band because I was on the phone in a bathroom stall with my CC company trying to get them to give me my pin. Atleast I can be assured that even though they sell my social security number to the highest bidder, my pin number is safe.
9) second opening act is slow, depressing, and unimpressive.
FINALLY -- the YYYs get on and they are amazing. The setlist rocks. I think I may have even gotten a few decent photos on my camera (snuck in). But I can't really throw myself into it because of my heels, and I feel somewhat removed just standing and halfassedly rocking out alone in the middle of the crowd. Group of middle aged Steve Jobs look-a-likes smoking pot and rocking out (HIGH-larious) aside, it was very lonely, and I wonder if I would have had a better time if I had sat upstairs? Am I that old (inside)? Did I ever really rock out? I think the music used to move me, but now I am so critical and so concious.
Maybe its too late to be a rockstar. Like that time in a relationship when you both know its over, my heart doesn't feel like its ever really been in it.
If this is the end, I still have commitments to tour dates and a long late summer concert season to go.
Tonight I went to see the Yeah Yeah Yeahs at the Fillmore. Prefaced by saying that Nick Zinner is a GOD and I still want to be Karen Oh even though I am supposedly grown up, I had a mediocre time.
1) running late because of being exhausted from work and then having to get beautiful
2) can't find parking, should have taken the bus or a taxi, but I look too hot and don't want to be hit on by homeless people (separate rant -- ew!) and taxis are too expensive
3) smoke half a cig on the way in, and decide a vodka tonic will quell my nerves as I find a good place for myself and calm down enough to not look awkward at being by myself.
4) can't buy drink. My atm card doesn't work. The pins for a cash advance on my CC don't work. And I have $2 in cash. Thats not even a decent tip on most drinks.
5) Fine, I'll buy drinks for other people and put the total on my card (bar has $40 min.) Prob: Bartender is an ass and puts the kabash on that.
6) I look cute, but I am kind of desperate at this point as well, maybe he won't notice and he'll let me charge my drink anyways. See #5, bartender is an ass. I don't even have enough cash for a bottle of water.
7) Settle in and remember that these are the shoes where my toes slip through the peep toe and cut off circulation to 3 of my left toes.
8) Miss opening band because I was on the phone in a bathroom stall with my CC company trying to get them to give me my pin. Atleast I can be assured that even though they sell my social security number to the highest bidder, my pin number is safe.
9) second opening act is slow, depressing, and unimpressive.
FINALLY -- the YYYs get on and they are amazing. The setlist rocks. I think I may have even gotten a few decent photos on my camera (snuck in). But I can't really throw myself into it because of my heels, and I feel somewhat removed just standing and halfassedly rocking out alone in the middle of the crowd. Group of middle aged Steve Jobs look-a-likes smoking pot and rocking out (HIGH-larious) aside, it was very lonely, and I wonder if I would have had a better time if I had sat upstairs? Am I that old (inside)? Did I ever really rock out? I think the music used to move me, but now I am so critical and so concious.
Maybe its too late to be a rockstar. Like that time in a relationship when you both know its over, my heart doesn't feel like its ever really been in it.
If this is the end, I still have commitments to tour dates and a long late summer concert season to go.