Dear Friends,
I basically keep this blog to amuse myself and you. As always, I give you permission to laugh at my expense. I hope this post makes you laugh as much as I did when it all happened.
Here’s the setup:
Eddie and I went to see Soul Asylum last night.
Side note: I always go early enough to see the openers. Local H is great; I highly recommend.
Anyway, after their set, Center Stage turned up the lights. Not such a great move. Lots of middle-aged folks out on a school night. (Many drinking shots, but that’s another story.)
I asked Eddie if we looked as old and used-up as so many of the people around us.
He looked horrified and practically yelled, “No!”
So I tried to take a photo of us to make sure.
So I tried again.
So clearly, Eddie is wrong, and I fit in well with the crowd.
I either take decent photos or really bad ones. This night was the night of the living dead, photo-wise. Apparently. No good would come of my attempts.
Y’all know I have no shame.
So I leaned into it.
Hard.

Does this angle make my lip look big?

Beth = Ghostface from “Scream”

Maybe if I find my light …
I started laughing.
And you know me: Once I start, I can’t stop.
I started doing that wheeze laugh I do. I laughed so hard I started crying.
I laugh-cried off all my (nickel-free) eye makeup. The people next to us moved. For real.
Once Soul Asylum started playing, I shuffled my dried-up husk of a body to the front.
Dave Pirner has some miles on him too, but he brought his A game.
Not as much energy as the gondolier guitarist, though.
One good thing about a show with lots of old people around: You can get close to the stage without worrying about compromising personal space. Or finding yourself in a mosh pit.
Soul Asylum played their new stuff plus all the hits. Of course. Including that song EVERYBODY knows.
It was a good show with good photos of everyone but me, apparently.
My loss is your gain.
Are you not entertained?
I know I was.
Love,
Your not-so-photogenic friend
* Look! A “Seinfeld” reference
Just wait 20 years… 😉 You’re very pretty and your man is handsome.
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Gurl, I had to click that link because, although the band name was familiar, I couldn’t remember what they were known for. Once again, I’m shocked to see this band plays gigs.
And the guy with the little French girl haircut (pic #3) … I feel embarrassed for my generation. (Guessing he’s Gen X.)
Glad you had a nice time, but I’m annoyed this post forced me to look up Soul Asylum. 😉
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Hahaha! Think of it as research. You should have seen that fellow dance! It was … something. But he had a great time.
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Good for him. Because now that I think about it, I’m sure my bootcut pants have gotten some looks. The fabric is so comfy—I won’t give them up!
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I wear bootcut pants. They ARE comfortable. Do your thing!
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