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Growing up?

Sun Nov 23, 2008, 4:51 PM
Yesterday was great. Mum had a post-wedding shower for me and it was a lot of fun. Most of my aunts were there as well as a few of my friends and my awesome mother-in-law. Nice gifts, door prizes and some amazing homemade barbecue. An atomic clock mistaken for a doomsday clock ^_^ A great time was had by all.
After the shower my brothers Ryan and Bryson and Bryson's girlfriend Kelli and I went to see The Dropkick Murphys in Lousiville. The opening bands were pretty good. I hadn't been out to a show of any sort in years...about 4 years actually. I'd forgotten how amusing the punk scene can be. How people can be categorized. I guess it's like that in any subculture but "punk" is one of the ones I'm probably most familiar with. There were the underage kids, the straight-edgers, the hipsters, the hardcore kids, the skinheads (not too many of those out last night), the metal-heads, the Irish music fans (who looked slightly put-off by mohawks and spikes), a couple of rednecks and some hippies. And me, nowhere in between any more. I used to fall somewhere in the hardcore/goth category. One day long ago. Now I'm somewhere else, not sure where anymore. It was rather strange to watch the crowd from the outside now. I have more ink than a lot of the people trying hard to show off what they had, I can identify bands on patches on black leather jackets from 20 paces and I know the best ways to get your hair pink, blue or orange. I guess I'm getting old? I still desire to dress up outrageously and go jump in the mosh pit but my budget calls for suits and dresses and my broken back calls for a bar stool. When did I become so boring?? Did I ever think this day would come? No. Call it Peter Pan syndrome but I never thought I'd be so lame. Not that I'm unhappy with how my life is now but it's just so strange. Recently my mechanic's jacket with leopard-print fur collar and my pin and patch collection suffered irreparable damage. Maybe that was a sign? An end of an epoch for me perhaps.
At any rate, the DM were BLOODY AWESOME and I'm so excited still that I got to see them live finally. I've been a fan since 2000 or so and I'd never caught them live due to living in BFE. The energy from the band was amazing. Simply awesome.

  • Mood: Tired
  • Listening to: Dr. Steel
  • Drinking: H2O

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:iconladyarilyia:
We are just getting older.. the younger generation moved in and took our spot.
It sucks.

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Lady Arilyia
"Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so." -Douglas Adams, Last Chance to See
:iconinsaneotaku:
Never surrender. Fight on.

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Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt.
:iconbataleigh:
Ha! I'm not so old that I don't want to punch peoples lights out in the pit, mind you. I'm just less inclined to do so because I don't really like jail. How non-non-conformist is that line of reasoning?

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b.a.t.a.l.e.i.g.h
Nihil curo de ista tua stulta superstitione!
"Following one's central passion is truly the only right way to live one's life. Anything else is just time misspent" -~amnesiacoffury
:iconbataleigh:
Indeed it does. Damn kids on my lawn ruining my shows!

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b.a.t.a.l.e.i.g.h
Nihil curo de ista tua stulta superstitione!
"Following one's central passion is truly the only right way to live one's life. Anything else is just time misspent" -~amnesiacoffury
:iconmoebiustripcreations:
Hey, I can totally relate. We all get older sooner or later. I turned 33 this year & let me tell you, it can get rough. Just last night I met a waitress named Heidi. Told her that her name reminded me of Swiss Miss. Remember that? If you don't (& I wouldn't be surprised), it was a brand of chocolate fiarly popular when I was growing up. Heidi did not know about it.

And she's 21.

When I heard that, I thought "Holy fuck, I'm getting old..." And the worst part is, I'm starting to get used to it. In October, this happened. :no:

Not to mention that my joints & innards bother the hell out of me some days. This wasn't supposed to happen! But so what. Getting old doesn't necessarily mean turning dodgy. For you it's the mosh pit; for me it's going bull-bore on my bicycle. Oh yeah, baby, I still ride fast even after going over the high side. That will never change. :headbang:
:iconbataleigh:
I know Swiss Miss! I still drink the hot chocolate pretty regularly. But, yeah...kids these days...get off my lawn ya little whippersnappers!

I think my body is aging a lot faster than it should too. My back is all-but-useless now that the weather has turned cold (thanks arthritis!) and like you my innards are revolting on a regular basis. Ugh! But I keep on keeping on, so to speak, and motor through the bad days knowing there will be a good one soon.
Props to you for still riding like a maniac after your spill!!

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b.a.t.a.l.e.i.g.h
Nihil curo de ista tua stulta superstitione!
"Following one's central passion is truly the only right way to live one's life. Anything else is just time misspent" -~amnesiacoffury
:iconmoebiustripcreations:
That's what it takes to be a true biker. :katana: It's my third one 'cause the last two were stolen, I've gone over the high side several times... There's a whole list in my personal blog here, a few entries back.

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