Once, I would go to a concert with no coat, no matter how frozen the tundra, let my ears bleed, and enjoy a beer or vodka or both. Now it is coat check, ear plugs and solo cups with tap water. Where once was violent head bobbing or swaying appropriate to the performance, there is now fidgeting to keep the back from acting up. I still stand in my preferred location but must remind myself not to get annoyed by the bumping from punks in my space. I can always locate others older and crankier than me but I know there will come a day when I won’t. I will be the oldest, most frail, mostly deaf, outta style lady there. I will win!
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