Officially OLD

I've been waiting for pictures, courtesy of Sissy, until I posted about this next big concert event. And, since I received the pictures today, it's time the news became official:

I'M OLD.

We got to go see the amazing, diminutive, delightful Jenny Lewis in concert a couple of Fridays ago. (In fact, it was the night before the Cubs clinched the division. I think all dates will revolve around that.) Her voice wouldn't stop: so crystal clear and lovely live. The songs she played off her new CD, Acid Tongue, were absolutely ace. In fact, I'm gonna plump and say her sophomoric solo effort is better than her first.

However, 45 minutes into her set, after basking in her glory at the foot of the stage, we had to turn our backs and head for the back. Our late-20's feet couldn't take it any more (and the jerk that nudged his way in front of us blocking our view was too much to take). We spent the rest of the show seated in front of a fan in the back, sipping water, and still loving Miss Lewis. We just hope she forgives us for not staying up front with her the whole time.