Guys, I don’t want to grow up. I write about it here and avoid it as much as possible by limiting my number of responsibilities. I don’t want to grow up, but I am. Last weekend I had an experience that made it undeniably clear that I am, despite my denial, getting older.
My roommate accompanied me to see a show at a small-ish venue near our house. Now, I’m a terrible judge of age, but we had to part a line of young-looking females outside the venue to purchase a ticket from the box office. Shortly after arriving and well before the music started or the lights were even dimmed, my roomie had to bounce per too much alcohol intake. He got an uber and I got my concert go-to combo: a PBR tallboy and a shot of Fireball (which was classily served in a dixie cup).
Not only was I hyper-aware of my aloneness, as this was the first time ever ridin’ solo at a show, but I realized pretty early on that I was one of the older people present, as evidenced by the beer in my hand that did not have x’s, unlike most of the people in the front row.
The opener started and, as I made my way toward the front, I was surprised. Was this band One Direction of yesteryear? No, it was Hippo Campus, some sort of indie pop boy band. I’d listened to a few songs beforehand but hadn’t realized why it was so easy to sing along with music I’d never heard: the lead singer had the voice in the range that I, a female, could easily match. He had the voice of a girl, okay?
All the bandmates were all drinking water, and I admired them for the effort they were putting into the performance based on the amount of perspiration and level of screams from the adoring fans. They are pretty cute. There were many conflicting emotions swirling around inside me–grateful to be alone because I hadn’t spoken the thought out loud, and at the same time creepy because I was alone– it was like I had contracted teenage angst by proximity.
As the show went on, they continued at the same level of energy. How? how is this sustainable? Are they on drugs? Is that why they’re only drinking water? They sound okay and don’t seem super fucked up, but I don’t know much about drugs. And then it hit me- Ohhhh they’re young. This is what it is like to be young. I’m old. Am I too old to be here? Is everyone looking at me like that creepy cougar trying to pick up a baby rockstar? Maybe I should leave.
However, I stayed, but as the music went on I realized: Fuck. I forgot my earplugs.