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.)

Some things were different.

• I drank cokes instead of whiskey, or let’s date myself – Zima.
• I needed opera glasses.

Some things you might only experience at an Amanda Palmer concert, no matter how old you are.

• Kick-ass theatricality
• Opening acts you love as much as the headliner
• Mimes

I got home at 2:30 a.m. and was up again with the kids at 7:30. I’m tired. My eyes hurt. My ears ring a  bit.

It was worth it.