I was a teenager last night. No, I was twenty-something last night. I took in a Collective Soul concert with one of my oldest friends.

We were bad asses.

Is that picture wrong?

Not only did we not sit in our $65 seats, we stood at the back of the venue by the sound guys for the entire time, whooping it up and acting like groupies. I loved it.

I drank whiskey and beer and sang out loud to all the songs (that I could remember the words).

My girlfriend couldn’t understand why they played at such a small venue, I reminded her that most of Collective Souls fans are now 30+, with a lot of us pushing our mid-40’s and older. We enjoy soft seats, carpet, washrooms nearby and a bar! It was perfect.

After the one encore, everyone left and went home to watch The National. Except for us. Of course. What ever happened to Nolton Nash?

A co-worker of mine was there with his brother, the four of us decided to have a drink at the casino bar and from there we decided to go to a local pub. My co-worker dropped us (and his brother) off. He was responsible and went home to his wife and young daughter. We proceeded to drink some more (even run and coke, disgusting), sing out loud to the music, talk to the patrons (all men, we were the only women there) and proceeded to close the place down. Holy shit, I have not been in bar when the lights have come on in years. What was I thinking? I know, groupies party all night long.

My love showed up to drag our sorry assets home, of course we made him stay and then we made him drive us to my co-workers brothers place! Once there we drank some more (straight bourbon and “dirty” cosmopolitans – yummy). I’ve no idea what time we left. But I do know we ate Mcdonalds at 2:30 or 3:00am. It was the best gourmet meal I think I have ever eaten! Why does that stuff taste so good when you have very little sense of anything?

I think I made to bed around 4:00am. Yes, on a school night too. Bad ass that I am.

This morning was difficult. This afternoon is still difficult. Was it worth it? You bet your bad hard partying whooping ass it was.