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So...my modem decided to die Saturday.  That was fun.  It was brought to my attention (by Scott from Ohio who I SWEAR I could tell was wearing khakis and a light blue button down oxford shirt just by his voice) that ten years is a pretty good run, all told.

That doesn't change that we were without net access until this afternoon.  Need I tell you how charming that made the spousebeast?  Yeah...no.   I can function without the 'net (I made myself a shawl!  I've been wanting to do that forever.  I took some of the random yarn I have around and the vague memory of a tutorial I watched and--boom!--a shawl in a day.  And it looks very Molly Weasley, so I am happy).  He gets...cranky.  Blergh.

Thankfully, I had my hot date with Santa Pete Saturday afternoon.  But first, I promised the spousebeast I'd make the beer run.  Cue our heroine trudging along the gravel, eyes cast down, because I ALWAYS trip over something.

Oooh!  Money!  I pocketed it.  There was no one in the lot.  No one in the store.  I asked the owner about it, and he looked at me like I'd lost my mind.

I thought it was a fiver.  Turns out it was FIFTY!

I figured the Universe had gifted me with a Joan Baez concert tshirt.  Which it would have, had she had a merch table.  *grumble*

So, I don't have a tshirt.  :(  But it dawned on me that this would pay for something I wouldn't get to go to otherwise.

Guess who is going to see Peter Yarrow in November?  I have the ticket sitting in front of me, and I still get a little breathless looking at it.  The venue is TINY and the artists almost always come out to meet the audience.  This is where I met Dar Wiliams, Tret Fure, Dianne Davidson, Dierdre McCalla, Jamie Anderson...you get the picture.

I may get to meet the man.  And even if I don't....holy fuck, y'all.

And speaking of holy fuck...JOAN!!!!!!!  She was my first concert.  And her voice is still as amazing as it was in San Diego 33 years ago.  She can still hit THOSE NOTES and drag your soul right straiight the fuck out of you.

When the audience sang the chorus to "A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall" I'm surprised that the White House didn't implode.  There was so much power.  It was so raw.  It was strength and pain and anger and lifted up in  a single voice.

Her son plays percussion for her (and he plays ALL THE THINGS).  He's a consummate professional, but every time she sings a song that references him, you can FEEL him thinking "Mom, would you NOT?"  I'm gueessing that's why she didn't do the one I wanted to hear so bad.  Sorry, Gabriel.  Mothers are embarrassing.

The most amazing moment in a million amazing moments was the curtain call (before TWO encores).  Jimi Hendrix's version of The Str Spangled Banner played...and Joan and all of her ensemble took a knee.

And so did much of the audience.  Which is impressive, considering how many were relying on canes, walkers, or wheelchairs.  (I had to help Santa Pete and the lady on the other side of me down and up, but they insisted.  My time at Happy Acres was good for something.)

The funny thing:  while waiting in line for drinks they played "The Boxer."  I told Santa Pete that a line from the song had been a prompt once and that I'd signed up for the new round.  He winced and said "Tell Kent I'll be bringing weed and hoagies when yu approach a deadline."  I thought hearing that line was a good luck sign.

Know what else is a good luck sign?  Joan FUCKING Baez sang that song!

Oh, and I have to shout out to the DPAC concessions.  Beer still comes in an open cup.  Wine comes in a cup with a lid.  Hard plastic, dishwasher safe, and a lid.

It's a fucking adult sippy cup.  I hope whoever came up with this gets a Nobel Prize.

Standing on line to get to the bathroom after the show the entire conversation was "Oh, I am taking mine home."  "I should have gotten another wine so I would have a pair"   "I can drink a screwdriver while walking the dogs and everyone will think I'm just drinking orange juice and being healthy."

Once you get to a certain age, there is no shame in your game.  I think I am at that age.

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plant_lady60
Oct. 2nd, 2018 03:33 am (UTC)
I love hearing live music in a nice, small, comfortable venue. I can't handle large, noisy venues and lots of people, anymore. It just ruins it for me. Plus, you really can't see much and the sound is never very good that far away.

Good for you.
seaivy
Oct. 2nd, 2018 04:06 am (UTC)
WOW!!!!!
just WoW!!

i'm happy for you
i had a good time just reading you
communitybee
Oct. 2nd, 2018 09:14 am (UTC)
Sounds like you had a terriffic time!
fox_bard
Oct. 2nd, 2018 03:29 pm (UTC)
Yay for the $50!!!!
weebleswobble
Oct. 2nd, 2018 05:45 pm (UTC)
yay for finding money! and adult sippy cups, hehehe!
kita0610
Oct. 2nd, 2018 06:41 pm (UTC)
Jesus Christ I thought that said your MOM not your modem. Whew.
dimity_blue
Oct. 3rd, 2018 06:47 pm (UTC)
Adult sippy cups come in so handy. I use bottles with sports caps to drink from in bed.

I'm really glad you had such a good time at the Joan Baez concert. I hope the Peter Yarrow one is even better.

Welcome back online too.
imagine_peace
Oct. 4th, 2018 11:17 am (UTC)
Wow a $50 that no one claimed?!

Hearing Joan sing "The Boxer" must have been magic.
mac_arthur_park
Oct. 7th, 2018 09:33 am (UTC)
The funny thing is that I'm not that surprised. Run-In Jim's is the beer purchasing site for most of the trust fund frat boys from UNC. They probably didn't even miss it.
nucleosides
Oct. 6th, 2018 09:25 pm (UTC)

I actually did not know that adult sippy cups existed until now. :P

mac_arthur_park
Oct. 7th, 2018 09:34 am (UTC)
I didn't, either. My life is complete now. ;)
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