I'm on the cusp of turning 30 (well not really -- I technically have like 4 1/2 months to go) but tonight as I sit here and try to think of something exciting to do, I'm once again reminded that I'm an old married broad.
Tonight, my band du jour, The New Pornographers, is headlining the Arts County Fair. Now the Arts County Fair is an annual event at UBC, a big concert to mark the last day of classes. T-bird Stadium will no doubt be filled to the brim with drunken debauchery -- the kind reminiscent of days gone by. My husband refused to go! I even suggested we just walk around campus and "listen" as it is an outdoor event.
Ohhh, I suppose it would be no fun for him since he has started to believe that country music is the only "music" worth listening to these days. Oh where did I go wrong!!! I long for the days when he listened to nothing but heavy metal (bring on the GnR)-- or our college years when he listened to the same 4 bands repeatedly: 54-40, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, The Headstones and Lowest of the Low.
Funny thing is, as much as I'd like to go, I'd have been content to just hang back and take it all in. This is exactly the kind of behaviour my husband has been alluding to for the past 5 years and I am finally nodding my head in agreement. He used to tell me that life ended at 25 -- and being that I'm younger than him I'd just ignore him and call him a pessimist. Well, I still think he's a pessimist -- I think I'll call this new phenomenon, "growing up." I'll take the $100 (tickets and drinks) saved in not going and buy more Denby China. Yay! I can get 2 more plates!!
Ha! Note that "growing up" does not include becoming more mature or financially responsible.
