My friend Tad was in town last night with his band. (Long-time readers know I’m somewhat fond of The Hold Steady.) Pre-baby, I would see them play every chance I got. Post-baby…well… I hadn’t been to a single show since early pregnancy with Thumper. I had never missed a single bedtime with the kid. Last night, I missed the kid’s bedtime, and Billy had to get him to sleep on his own while Heather and K and I went to see the show. (Which didn’t go so well. I got home around 1am to find them both still awake.)
The show rocked, of course. (They did a Warren Zevon cover, of all things. And they played “Hot Fries”! Rather bold thing to do in Elliott Smith’s hometown.) I got to spend some time with Tad, which I hadn’t done in ages and ages. And I got to bring Heather and K onto the tour bus, which pleased my inner sixteen-year-old to no end. And best of all, I felt another small piece of my pre-baby identity click back into place. Ahhhh…..
I feel that way sometimes and I don’t have a kid. I went out last night and it seemed so strange since we often don’t do more than go grab dinner on a Saturday eve.
I imagine having a kid might give you an extra dose of feeling out of it.
Sounds like a fun evening! Ah…Warren Zevon…every once in a great while my husband’s band covers “Werewolves of London.”
oh, what Warren Zevon song? When I was 7 or so, I threatened to send him pissy letters about how mad I was that he only played in bars…
Yay!
Excellent! (except for the husband and toddler still being awake at 1AM)
Out? At night? Without the kid(s)?
What does this mean?
It sounds like a wonderful evening.
But motherhood being the weird, intense thing it is, if they hadn’t missed you at all, you probably would have felt even worse.
I’m so happy for you about the clicking.
my inner sixteen year old was pretty excited about the whole thing too. tour bus? aaaaah! so glad we finally coordinated our HS attendance.
Did you ask them why they skipped Montreal on this tour?
Sounds awesome, though. We all know girls go for status.
On those rare times I go out at night, I am always slightly startled at how bright the night lights are on the street and around shops…..and how terribly gron up it is to be outside, at night, amongst other grown ups. And sometimes I feel like a fraud being out. And then other times I feel delirious. Strange feelings for night – but immensely enjoyable because at least i know I exist. 🙂 Glad you had fun!