about last night: the Alton adventure

Last night was kind of a shit show.

We drove to Alton, Illinois with a group of NIN obsessed friends to see the tribute band Somewhat Damaged. We had seen them before, and they put on a decent show, so we agreed. We also agreed to carpool. Big fucking mistake, bro.

The band was supposed to go on at nine. Then nine became ten. Eventually ten became eleven, but it was more like eleven-thirty before their set began. About halfway through the set, they experienced technical difficulties, which caused a twenty minute delay. We didn’t end up getting home until after two, and then had to deal with a hyper husky, so no sleep for us until after three. Then the husky woke me up at six-forty five. UGH.

Add to all of that the fact that I’m sick, and…yeah. Jenn was not a happy camper.

The venue was a total shithole; this place called Bottle and Barrel that was cash only. I mean, our first mistake was agreeing to go to Alton at all, because it, like all of Southern Illinois, sucks ass. The second mistake was agreeing to carpool. I will not be making that mistake again. I’ve been burned on that several times this year, and I’m over it. I want to leave when I want to leave. Towards the end of the set, D and I walked to the very front of the bar, like the farthest we could get from the stage, and played Uno. Lol. It was actually the highlight of the night. (Though I feel compelled to mention that we had dinner and drinks at Old Bakery Beer Company, which is the only halfway decent thing about Alton, and it was good despite having a very loud blues band performing, like so loud you couldn’t hear yourself think).

BUT…we unveiled the theme for our SAD party to our friends to test out their reactions, and they were so excited. So I guess I can officially share it here: D and I are going to be hosting an adult prom in January/February!! More on that later, but I’m pleased to say that we now have a five person prom planning committee. 🤣

Hosting parties is my jam, and I’m good at it. *pats self on back*

Oh back to last night: pics or it didn’t happen, right? I didn’t take many though.

You can see our friends up in the front, but our old asses hung back. I wasn’t giving up my chair. This is 40.

Not my pic below, but here is a pic of the girls. They decided to dress like The Crow. They asked me to join in. I declined. Like I told Dave: I’m 40 years old, and I cannot be walking around in public looking like a fucking reject clown.

I love them, but I just can’t. They look like Kiss rejects.

Also I’ve never seen The Crow, and have no desire to do so. Fight me.

The good news is that today is Sunday, and we have no plans other than to relax and eventually make chili.

Now I’m off to read.

about last night: the angels and airwaves show

We started the night by grabbing drinks at Hop Cat.

Doing our thing. Looking cute.

But then we had to stand in line outside the venue, in the rain, for over an hour.

So then we were looking less cute. Also, my shoes were soaked.

BUT it was well worth it, because due to our VIP passes, we had early entry to the venue, and had great seats.

The show was amazing.

Oh and here we are again. I’m wearing the shirt I bought. I threw it on over my dress.

Afterward, we hit up Peacock Diner for some dinner.

It was a great night.

the insomnia chronicles

I have insomnia, and the internet is boring, but I’m too lazy to fetch my Kindle from the other room. This is a recurring theme.

My husband woke up briefly, mumbled, “Hi you’re up,” and then immediately started snoring again. I envy his ability to sleep.

I, on the other hand, fell asleep around 2 am and woke around 4:15 am. Sigh.

I’ve never been a good sleeper, but it has definitely gotten worse post-menopause. Just another reason to miss my ovaries.

I was talking to a client last week who is also a fellow breast cancer survivor. We’ve had all the same surgeries. We commiserated for a while, but then she asked, “But doesn’t it feel good knowing we did everything we could?” And, yes, yes it does.

I’m going to ask my oncologist to prescribe some sleeping pills. I need some relief. This is ridiculous.

I FEEL LIKE I’M AWAKE ALL THE TIME. This is not good for one’s mental health, let me tell you.

It reminds me of my grandmother, actually. She always seemed to be awake too. See…I’m old. BUT I’M ONLY 40. *lol sob*

Speaking of old, the fans at the Blink concert had me feeling quite old. I kept thinking: these are not my people. (DMB has spoiled me). It was still a good show though, and it was fun watching my husband and daughter do their thing. ❤️

I miss Tom a lot. The band just isn’t the same without him. We’re seeing him next Sunday though, so yay! Oh and I can’t hear Matt Skiba without thinking about my favorite Alkaline Trio song. This has been stuck in my head all night:

This Could Be Love

I’ve got a book of matches
I’ve got a can of kerosene
I’ve got some bright ideas involving you and me
I don’t blame you for walking away
I touch myself at thoughts of flames
I shat the bed and laid there in it
Thinking of you wide awake for days
Wide awake for days

motherfucking 🔥🔥🔥

THEY PLAYED SUGAR WILL!! ❤️ 💜 💛 💚 🥳

The show was absolutely incredible. The energy was intense. The setlist was fucking legit. 🙌🏻 Best show yet!! I’m so fucking pumped for tonight.

We’re already making plans to return next year.

Now I need to get more sleep, because dancing for three hours straight in the heat has me wiped out.