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The day I became officially OLD

While surfing Facebook today I saw that tickets for a June 5 Austin show of Foster the People were going on sale at 10am. I nearly spilled my coffee from shrieking and jumping up and down. I haven’t  been passionate enough about a band to see them live since my last Jimmy Buffett show in ’04 before I had kids (Having kids, you see, tends to curb ones’ concert-going tendencies, unless we’re talking about Yo Gabba Gabba or Joe McDermott).

At 9:59 a.m. I sat at the computer with butterflies in my tummy and a credit card in my hot little hand. FTP are beyond popular (with good reason! I could listen to Torches ALL. DAY. LONG.). Would the tickets sell out before I got through?

After furiously refreshing the page from 10am to 10:04 a.m. I finally got to see the tickets for sale. There were 17 left. Score! BUT…they were around $100 each.

Now, back in the day, I’d been known to spend a pretty penny for Jimmy Buffett tickets. Seeing Buffett live is less a concert than it is a pilgrimage one makes to dive deep into a once-in-a lifetime, tropical brain expansion. Or, for some of us, a ten-times-in-a-lifetime experience. Unless I get lucky and try for #11. Which could happen. When my kids are grown. It really depends if Jimmy plans to tour during his geriatric years.

Anyway, I love Foster the People. Their catchy beats are so good that it can take hipsters like me a mere 10,000 listens before we realize we’re gyrating our arthritic hips–in public, yessirree–to a song about a kid who’s shooting other kids. In my book Torches is akin to an old fave of mine, New Order’s Substance (God, love it.).

But, no matter my love for FTP, $100 seemed like a lot to pay when I started to consider the one-hour drive to Austin on a Tuesday night. And the potentially horrendous parking I’d face. And the general admission tickets, which probably meant bumping up against sweaty millennials (which, admittedly, could be a good thing…). And drinking warm draft beer out of plastic cups. And getting my Fit Flops covered in dust while sweating my ass off in whatever inappropriate and unfashionable outfit I chose to wear in the more than likely sweltering South Texas heat.

So while I turned 40 in January, December 16, 2011 will go down in infamy as the day I officially got old. Because sitting on my couch, blasting Torches out of my Bose speakers, and sipping a glass of Viognier sounds oh, so preferable. And besides, I need easy access to my Geritol.

 

Comments

  1. I turn 40 next August 2012 and my husband and I don’t have kiddos but we have slowed down alot and not so quick to spend money like we use to. Sade was coming in concert to Houston or Dallas and my best friend and I got all excited and when the tickets went on sale and we started thinking not only how much the tickets were but the gas it was going to cost to drive there etc we changed our minds LOL funny how even in my early 30′s I would had never even thought about those factors!

  2. Bwahahahahahahahahahahaha! I’m telling you we are VINTAGE baby, VINTAGE.

    Warm draft beer makes me queasy, but I have popped a Geritol!
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  3. HAH! LOVE. This. Post!

    I’ve had that very same moment, Colleen! (we’re in the same club – woot). xo
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    • colleenpence says:

      How is that possible, Kim? You must be a baby compared to me! Or else you have youth-extending secrets that you are not sharing.

  4. haha! Oh Gosh Colleen, love it! AND my favorite part was the “fit-flop” :-) Now I am going to google Foster the People … see how un-hip I am!
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    • colleenpence says:

      Melanie, I didn’t think anything could make me feel better after this realization. But you not knowing Foster the People? Yeah, that helps.
      :)

  5. Safoodnazi (Bry) says:

    Love! definitely can identify with a passion for music. Other things just become more important in time.

  6. Crap – if 40 makes you old, what does 50 make me? Maybe I’ll go buy those tickets and start celebrating my second adolescence. Sounds like a plan to me.
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