So I went to the OAR concert in Boston last Friday. I was so excited for the show, because in college it was the best time ever. They played at the rowdy bars in Rochester, and I had so much fun rocking out to the live music.
WELP... those memories are gone. We hit up Bank of America Pavillion and as soon as I got within a block on the Pier, I saw them. The teenagers. They were everywhere. Braces, Cigarettes, Drunk girls throwing up in the Bathroom, Sketchy old guys praying on the hoochy under-dressed girls. It was like I was in a South Park Episode. For reals.
I think we stayed for about 4 songs before I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't even HEAR them playing because we were sitting in concourse A aka the tables in the back (um.. hello! $24.99 tickets purchased on service free Wednesday thank you very much!)
I didn't even know most of the songs they were playing! At least Megabrooke and Katrina were at the concert going through the same crisis I was!! So I txted them to come over to our side and vented with them for a bit.
Moral of the story, the only time I will be rocking out to OAR is in my car. (which isn't too bad actually)
Next up? Gray hairs.
Last year I found 2 of them. I refused to touch them. I would leave my desk during work just to walk up to the mirror and look for them, it was almost comforting. I was obsessed with them. Now? There are like 7-8 more bitches among my scalp. And they are not cute. I even noticed one sticking out in a Charleston pic.
Look close. Right in the middle of my head. Its like 2 inches long, sticking out! Ali told me its just an extra special blond hightlight, bless her heart.
BUT, you want to know what makes me feel young? Meeting up with some fun bloggers after the OAR concert. LivitLuvit, Megabrooke, The Martha Girls, Emrlds, Caroline, Susan, Julie & some new local ladies I've just started reading. Good times!