So as most of you know i have a slight obsession with Mr. Jeff Martin formally the frontman of the Tea Party. The first show i ever went to was 14 or 15 years ago so i cannot even muster up a guess as to how many shows i've actually seen. I can say however that the show i saw on Friday was my absolute favorite thus far hands down. He played a solo show in a small venue accompanied by the Toronto Tabla Ensemble. The musicians were amazing and so incredibly talented. They brought together the rhythems of India and meshed it with a Canadian artist. Kathak dancer Joanna de Souza a member of the ensemble was also able to interpret parts of the evening through dance which reminded me of the Indian dance recital i went to see recently. The evening was almost spiritual in nature and i felt goosebumps all over my body more than once over the evening.
Saturday was a little bit different than Friday. M and i decided at 12:30am to hit up the Wrinkle Ranch as us locals call it to see what our life will be like after 30 and single...let me tell you it's not pretty. As you can decipher from the name the crowd tends to be of a more mature nature 30 to 70 give or take. So we go in and sit down and within 5 minutes there is an older gentleman at our table offering to purchase us booze. We politely decline as we had just arrived and purchased our own and continued to watch the car wrecks all around us. There was the 50 something woman, gyrating around and stealing ballcaps off of men's heads while laughing like mad...is this the mating dance of the drunk 50 year old? There was the man my father's age that grabbed my arm while i was merely walking by. I did not entertain that move and grabbed my arm back and kept on walking. M and I decided to get away from the crowd and sit on the patio. Silly girls, we were not safe out there either. A group of men in their late 30's decided to chat us up. We gave in, let them buy us drinks and actually had some really funny conversations but that was it. It was a ridiculous evening, i felt like Gisele Bundchen on the catwalk. If this is what single at 30 looks like....i will stay 28 forever.
11 comments:
God, 20-10 is approaching so quickly..
Scott
Awwww... being single at 30 is great really. I get more opportunities now than I did in my 20s. I am glad you had a good time. I was worried about you.
Yrautca
P.S. I just signed my name to see how it feels because I can never understand why people sign their names with a one line comment. Ughh....
Scott, to me it has already come and gone LOL.
Yrautca, i had more opportunities in my 20's...i should have accepted them. I asked Scott about the signing of his name, he's says it's habit and he would like to do it in CAPS next time.
Those sound like two very different scenes. And I think you're right on - stay 28 forever and never run around at 50 laughing strangely and stealing hats, it's never a good idea.
Okay, but it doesn't seem like these people are 30 per se -- more like BEYOND 30. So, single at 30 should be fine. It's single at 50 that should worry you.
SCOTT
I hate the word gyrating.
I'm almost 30 and if I was still single I would be a lost cause, I would simply be a tall slopmaster.
:(
I know I heard this story...but reading it again, makes me want to cry for us. Oh well...we'll see how LD adjusts. She's less than 2 months from 30..and she's more freaked than any of us are. If she can handle it, we all can....Im so glad we have such a great support network.
2DP..you have my word i will not do that EVER.
SS, that's true i suppose however at this rate i'll be single at 90 *shudder*
Scott...ugh LOL
Rawbean, i hate the words panties and moist.
BB, you're lucky Patti scooped you up, especially with those handy man skills haha
PP, and then you are next too :)
Ash, The Wrinkle Ranch, sounds like a place you'd fit in perfectly! Maybe they can start a bar for the prematurely aged.
Yrautca, more opportunities in your 30s? So you got one date in your twenties and 2 dates in your 30s?
I was at a bar in a small town outside of Toronto this summer and the train wreck of watching the moldy oldies trying to woo eachother was only slightly less sickening than their dancing.
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