Count me in as one who didn't find 2008 to be all that horrendous. I moved to a great small town in a gorgeous part of the country, I started school and love it and finally see a definite light at the end of the horrible Poverty Tunnel, I logged another year of a happy marriage, and met some cool new people. Sure, the economy went to shit, but we never had any money anyway. And sure, we're living with my parents, but only til next fall and they're actually pretty good roommates. Really, I don't have much to complain about. That being said, I'm always excited for the start of a new year. I know it's really just an arbitrary line, but it always seems like such potential--fresh start and all of that crap.
Our trip to Minneapolis last week was fine. We went to a show at the Triple Rock, which was okay, I guess, except I'm realizing that when I'm sitting at a punk show at 11:30, freezing and tired and fantasizing about my fleece pants, I'm probably too damn old to be there. I think someone needs to start putting on punk shows that start at 7 pm for all of the aging people who don't enjoy themselves when they're out past their bedtimes. God, how sad is that?
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Maybe you should have just worn your fleece pants to the show. : )
True, but then I lose all semblance of cool, and then what's the point?
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