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.

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