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February 12, 2006
Debauchery.
It's just not for me anymore.
Last night, the stars aligned and Things One and Two were both invited to spend the night elsewhere. As it happened, one of Cowboy's friends, Lynn Asher, and her good buddy, Allison Paige, were having the inaugural gig for their new band at the Sweetwater in Mill Valley. So Cowboy and I got dressed up and then saddled up and drove out there. I was so excited. I told some parents at the soccer game that we were going out to act like irresponsible teenagers.
I've seen both women perform separately and they totally rock. Together? They blew the rafters off the place. I cannot imagine what it must be like to open your mouth and have a sound like that come out. It must feel like you're channeling angels. One minute they had everyone on their feet, dancing like fools. The next, they'd have me near tears with a ballad.
But back to the debauchery.
Thing Two had two soccer games (both ties, he scored one goal, yes, he's gorgeous and athletic and no, I'm not biased in the least) so we had to go to those and then get home and get cleaned up and then distribute children around the city before we took off. This meant that we didn't have dinner because we were worried about getting there on time since Cowboy had promised he'd videotape the performance for them.
Thank goodness there was that awesome pizza place down the street from the bar. We ordered a couple of slices (so not Weight Watchers, but I was starving!) and a salad to share. It turned out the slices were about the size of a quarter of a pizza, but I ate them both anyway (so so so not Weight Watchers) and washed them down with beer (so so so so not Weight Watchers).
The heartburn hit about 20 minutes into the first set. That's when it occurred to me that I could be home on my couch watching the Olympics and crocheting. I was then horrified that that sounded like a good thing.
My cute shoes started to pinch on the walk to the pizza place. By the end of the first set, they were gripping my toes like a vise. It occurred to me that if I was on the couch crocheting and watching the Olympics, I would be wearing my comfy down slippers. I was horrified all over again.
The list goes on, right up to the fact that we didn't get home until two o'clock in the morning. Right now, my head feels like a giant helium balloon bobbing above my shoulders and my stomach is rolling. I am apparently too old for debauchery and am completely horrified that two slices of pizza and a draft beer now qualify as debauchery in my life.
So, final analysis? Ticket for the show: $12. Pizza slices and salad: $20. Hearing fantastic live music by two talented women: still priceless.
Posted by Eileen at 12:06 PM | Comments (10)
Comments
Eileen, I hear you on the cute pinchy shoes and thinking longingly about crocheting on the couch in front of the TV!
Blogs by Eileen - also priceless :-)
Michelle
Posted by: Michelle C at February 12, 2006 1:05 PM
Egads--I can totally relate! That just makes me think of a bumper sticker I saw once--"It used to be wine, women, and song. Now it's beer, the old lady, and TV!!" Pass me the remote, will ya?
Posted by: Sheri at February 12, 2006 7:15 PM
Oh, Michelle, you are always so sweet. It really surprised me though. I mean, there's something about graciously giving up on the things of youth, but surely good live music doesn't have to be one of those things, does it?
Maybe it's the pinchy shoes and the pizza with onions.
Posted by: Eileen at February 12, 2006 7:16 PM
Eileen my sistah!
Thanks so much for coming out to the show last night. I too am suffering from tired feet, but baby it was worth it. Granted, we aren't 20 anymore, but it's gratifying to know that at my age, I can still rock with the best of them!
Many thanks to "cowboy" for taping the performance! He is definitely priceless.
Posted by: Lynn at February 13, 2006 12:50 AM
Take a page from the goth book of fashion - wear your basic Doc Marten oxfords to the gigs. Still hip and your feet are happy. \;+)
Posted by: ZaZa at February 13, 2006 5:53 AM
Lynnie! You posted on my blog! You are so sweet. You did totally rock and you looked fabulous while you did it.
Zaza, good tip on the Doc Martens. They'd have the extra benefit of not making me quite so darn tall. I feel like a wookie some times when I stand up.
Posted by: Eileen at February 13, 2006 3:40 PM
Well, not wanting to come down on the side of my baby's feet hurting, I liked the boots, personally.
But that's just the way I am.... 8-)
Posted by: cowboy at February 13, 2006 8:52 PM
Eileen, you were in Mill Valley. Wish I'd known. The Sweetwater is my husband's favorite hang out. Our niece is one of the servers, and the bouncers and door persons are the sons of oh so many friends in Thrill Valley. Glad you got away from kids and got a chance to rock out even in those shoes.
Posted by: KateMoore at February 18, 2006 6:54 PM
Kate!
The Sweetwater really is great. And that pizza place down the street? Amazing. Lynn and Allison are playing there again in April. I'm not sure if I'll be able to make that one or not, but I'd like to if I can.
Posted by: Eileen at February 18, 2006 7:19 PM
No pain, no gain. Rock'n'Roll!!
Posted by: Mr. B at October 25, 2006 1:34 PM
