Past My Bedtime
I stayed up late last night, and today I'm paying for it. My sister and went to see Amanda Palmer & The Grand Theft Orchestra in Portland, and I spent a good deal of time comparing the concert experiences of my early years with the experience of being a 39-year old mom out past her bedtime.
Some things were the same.
- Hot, sweaty club
- Dislike of crowds
- Social anxiety restricting me to a polite head bob and no dancing
- Crappy camera (for better photos by other people, try here.)
- I drank cokes instead of whiskey, or let's date myself - Zima.
- I needed opera glasses.
- Kick-ass theatricality
- Opening acts you love as much as the headliner
- Mimes
