I'm Too Old for This

Very soon I will be turning thirty-something.  I've never been able to keep track of my age.  I became painfully aware of this when I was fifteen and the boy I liked asked me how old I was and I accidentally told him I was, "twelve.  No no no no no . . . I'm um . . . fifteen?"  He never talked to me again.  I do know that I'm somewhere in my thirties and I know I could figure out how old I am with some basic math, but the fact is I don't really care so I'm not going to bother.

This year I decided to go to a concert for my birthday.  I found out that Flogging Molly was playing at the Saltair (basically its an airplane hangar that looks like Alladin's castle on the edge of the Great Salt Lake) and Michael bought tickets for us.

There were two stages, one inside and one.  A lot of smaller local bands were going to be playing as well as two headlining bands.  As you know, Flogging Molly was one of the headlining bands--the other was a band called The Hollywood Undead (mom-- don't follow that link).  Michael and I had  heard the song I linked to, but that was the extent of our Hollywood Undead knowledge.  We should have known we were in for a treat when our friend, Kelly, saw the tickets and said, "Hollywood Undead?  Aren't those they guys who wear masks and stuff?"  At the time I wasn't sure.  Now I can safely say that yes, yes they are.   In fact, their very loyal fans (some as young as ten) wear masks and stuff too.

My evening went like this--

• We arrive at the Saltair
• I visit the restroom and overhear a group of girls talking about how they got their speed past the security guards.
• We listen to a bunch of local bands-- some good, some very very bad.
• I overhear a group of girls talking about about how old some of these people are.  I am pretty sure she means me.
• We pass a booth encouraging us to join the army.
• We pass a booth handing out condoms and encouraging me to learn more about chlamydia.
• We notice that Flogging Molly is starting to set up
• I receive a text from my friend Jill telling me to stay away from the circle pit.  I have no idea what the circle pit is.
• I try to find an out of the way spot that is close enough to get a good picture
• A drunk girl rubs my arm and asks me to stand by her because we are both short.
• I discover what the circle pit is and realize I haven't avoided it at all. 
• We decide to check out Hollywood undead because they are outside and there is more room outside.
• We turn around and go back inside.
• We find a new out-of-the-way spot.  In the back.  The way way way back.
• I give up on trying to get a good picture.
• We listen to a couple more songs
• We leave early.

This is my best picture

The concert was on a Thursday--now I am going to fast forward to Saturday afternoon.  I come in the house after Kai's baseball game when Michael tells me to look at the back of my car and I see this--

Now keep in mind I drove this car around all Friday and a good portion of Saturday.  This is the car I drove my mother-in-law around town in.  This is the car I took to the baseball game. This is the car I TOOK THE KIDS TO AND FROM SCHOOL IN.

I was relieved to find out it was magnet and not a real bumper sticker.  Well, not just relieved-- I was also excited. Mom, you may want to keep that Volvo in the garage for a while.