It's Too Late, I'm Too Far Gone

We took the older two kids to a concert the other night. It was a good concert, mind you, and I enjoy listening to this particular band's music. But while there, I realized that I am old.

Don't try to tell me differently. I have cold, hard facts to back me up on this.

I have been thinking that I need a new hairstyle lately, and have been people watching with a passion in an effort to find something that I love that would also work with my hair. I found a style that I loved while at the concert, and pointed it out to my friend (the hairdresser) who said, "that's an old lady's style!"

First point in my argument.

Partway through the first song, I realized that I couldn't hear the words being sung. I heard noise, and screaming into the microphone, but not words. That's something an old person would complain of.

Second point.

While the bulk of the concert goers were swarming the stage and dancing to the fun, I sat sedately in my seat thinking, "I'd way rather be in my pajamas, sitting in bed, watching this on TV."

If that doesn't scream OLD nothing does. And that's not even the worst of it.

The worst would be the part where I actually had the conscious thought that this concert would be soooo much better if it were the Celtic Women. I'd LOVE to see them in concert. Seriously.

There's no turning back from this point, I'm told. And I'm good with it.

Pass the Geritol. It's best to be prepared.