I guess I am obsessed with this car-process. This is how I get. My mind can hardly focus on anything else. I have three DVDs from Netflix that I haven't watched yet. I'm out of just about everything healthy to eat. I'm craving salad and leafy greens but I haven't done my grocery shopping. I did get my laundry done. But I did not get my legs waxed. So it's jeans again today.
I know many of you are curious about the Prince show I saw
Saturday night. I hate to be so anti-climactic but I'm not really
a concert kind of gal. I'm more drawn to an intimate
showcase. But I was lured out by my best friend - enticed by
eighth row [eighth row my ass]. That didn't matter. We had a great time together.
I realized just how old I'm getting. I didn't drink.
I took Advil as the show was about to start. I kept earplugs in
the entire time. And I didn't stand or scream once. My age
really hit me when I looked around and saw people older than us and I
said, "Oh good, we're in the cool section." I am now one of those
people who sits crossed legged and taps her foot in the air to the
beat. When did that happen?
The Staples Center is massive. I mean, every single
possible seat was filled. It was quite a sight. And even
though Prince is a musical genius and a fireball on stage - and his
accompanying musicians were the best I'd ever seen - I wasn't so
impressed with the show/venue. I had no trouble hearing him. I just couldn't understand a
word he said. I'm not sure if all concerts are like that there or
if it was a sound issue. But if I'd paid face value for our
tickets, I'd have been really upset. And these weren't even the
top-dollar tickets. It's just not worth it to me. I'd
rather go to a coffee house and see a talented musician there.
The one thing I loved about Prince's show was his acoustic
set. He did a good 40 minutes of old favorites - just him, a
gorgeous acoustic guitar and the entire crowd singing along. It
was sweet, vulnerable, intimate, funny - and still, I couldn't
understand anything when he spoke. Cheryl and I were like a
Miracle Ear commercial, "What'd he say?"
By 11:30 we were ready to leave. We got antsy waiting for
the encore. Prince sure knows how to work the crowd. And he
really made them work for the encore. We almost left when he
finally came back out. We sat through most of it but beat the
crowd by leaving during Purple Rain - which I assumed was his final encore [I mean, what tops Purple Rain?]
I felt completely hung over the next morning. A friend who
goes to a lot of concerts said she always thought her hangovers were
because of all the drinking she would do. But when she stopped
drinking at concerts and the hangovers continued, she realized it was
because of the volume. The sound, the crowd, the screams... all
contribute to a hangover. Makes sense to me. So my
instincts were right to take Advil before the show. See
that? Always taking care of myself.
I considered wearing this:
But opted to wear this:
Another sign of my age - choosing comfort over cute. Eh, who am I kidding? I've always chosen comfort!