Realization

I was sitting in the car at a red light, totally pumped about seeing Dave Matthews Band. Last night was my tenth time--it doesn't get old for me. Looking at people crossing the street for the concert this thought popped in my head: "Geez. Dave Matthews' fans are getting OLD."

I then cracked up, as I came to a quick realization. That could only mean one thing.


But wait. I'm not old like these people...am I? Let's see...


*Got my first DMB CD when I was 17. That was, ahem, 15 years ago.


*First time I saw DMB in concert it was 1996. I was 19, drove a 1992 Nissan Sentra, drank a Coke at the concert, was sad that he didn't sing Dancing Nancies and Say Goodbye, and, "Like, gross! No way will I go to the bathroom here! Sick. I'll hold it till I get home."

*Last night, I saw DMB in concert. I was 4 days away from turning 32, drove Jeremy's car and pretended I didn't have a minivan parked in the garage at home, drank a few beers, was sad that he didn't sing Dancing Nancies and Say Goodbye, and in the course of a 2-hour concert, visited the little girls' room 3 times. One time it was almost too late, people. Almost.

Okay, so I'm older. And so are Dave and the gang. But they still ROCK, and I still danced and sang and screamed like I was 17.


And I've added Dancing Nancies and Say Goodbye to my playlist. It isn't live, but it will have to do...until the Summer 2010 Tour...