Lately, I've been preoccupied with the parts of me that seem adult vs. the parts of me that maturity continues to elude. It's a two-columned mental list, divided by items like "getting married" (man!) and "want to have a monkey act as our ring-bearer." (man-child!) After seeing The Raconteurs (a.k.a. Jack White and Those Other Guys) perform a couple weeks ago, I added and triple-underlined a new item in my list's "adult" column: I no longer enjoy rock concerts.
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It will happen when you least expect it. Last month, I was drinking PBR tall boys in the parking lot, pre-Slightly Stoopid concert, soaking up the sunshine, and thinking, "ahh, I love finally having enough money to go to concerts guilt free!" And the next minute I was in the concert, getting PBR spilled all over me by high school kids making out, having my eardrums assaulted by a less than talented sound technician, and generally wishing to be elsewhere. So I ditched at the set break and went to the local dive next door to play shuffleboard and enjoy more PBR, spill free.
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I am sure such a day may be approaching in my not to distant future but I am hoping that global warming ends all life on Earth before I experience the "I no longer enjoy rock concerts" momement.