Last week, my good friend Olivia called me to let me know that she had won tickets to the Go-Go’s concert, and would I like to accompany her?
Free concert? Outdoors at Chastain Park? To see a band I hadn’t thought about in years and years but kind of rocked and had several songs I enjoyed?
SIGN ME UP!
To be honest, growing up I just missed the peak of the Go-Go’s. This tour was for the 30th anniversary of their first album. I was…four.
Some of you are rolling your eyes at how young I am. Others are wondering if I watch NCIS because I am SO OLD. The rest of you are my age. FIST BUMP!
HOWEVER, I was not the youngest person there by far – plenty of the 20′s and teens were in attendance. There was a lot of awkward white people dancing and we even spotted a couple black dudes! They were probably lost.
Olivia and I classed up the place by picking up a six-pack of lemon Jeremiah Weed malt beverage and some Subway sandwiches.
We were ignorant, classless HOARS compared to other people there. There were tables! With tablecloths! And votive candles and floral centerpieces. Wine bottles! (dammit, we had assumed glass bottles were verboten!) Cheese plates! Man. Next concert I go to at Chastain park, I am going to be PREPARED. With a BUTLER because I do NOT want to drag all that shit around.
Tonight a night in to relax.
I managed to paint my nails the EXACT color of my pink shawl in progress. Goddammit. If it gets any more girly pink up in here, I am going to grow another vagina.