Closer to "Cosmos"

Wednesday night usually means "Real World" and cuddling on the couch with the baby bulldog. Not interesting enough to blog about, but if I'm really being honest, it's my favorite thing in the whole world. Last night? No cuddling, no wonderful reality tv. Last night I went to a very trendy place downtown to see a concert with my friend MG. I feel like that's the kinda thing other 26 year olds are doing every night, but I was dreading it the same way people fret over a visit to the dentist.

Dimly lit, PACKED full of 17 year old emo hipsters, and so loud I was concerned that my heartbeat was going to be thrown off. Not exactly my scene, but MG and I have been friends since 7th grade, and over the years, I have dragged her to a great number of ridiculous situations, so I felt like I owed it to her to go. And so, out of love and friendship, I smiled and fought, with all my might to avoid rolling my eyes or yawning the entire night.

But, really, it was AWFUL. In addition to the aforementioned list of nonsense, the bands were so unbelievably cliche, I actually thought it might be a joke. There were 4 bands (which, was like 3 too many). All 4 bands had 4-6 extremely thin guys wearing tight black pants and a vintage tee shirt of some sort. A few of the guys also added a tie or a vest for that anti-establishment feel to the whole outfit. All of the guys had the same variation of the "I just woke up and my hair is messy, except that I have more product in it than most girls and it probably took a lot of effort to get it perfectly messed" haircut. Every single song from all 4 bands sounded exactly the same. I couldn't help but wonder if there is a guide to being a rock star that they all bought and read together. It was so contrived I was just blown away by the ridiculousness of it.

But I went. I was trendy. My friend is happy. And this morning, despite scrubbing in the shower, I have a stamp on my wrist proving that I am living a very cosmopolitan life... Is it time to head back to the woods yet?