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Aug. 28th, 2002 05:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
semperfionaBleah. I had a document open all day to write how I'm feeling, but haven't done it.
Last night's concert was strange. I enjoyed the music, but felt somehow out of place. There were several of my coworkers there, so it was an odd juxtaposition of my worlds: my persona from outside work wanting to enjoy the music, but the presence of coworkers causing me to withhold myself somehow. That, and the fact that none of my friends were able to attend with me. I realize it was very last-minute, but it hurts that I called six different people and not one of them could join me. Pam said she would, but didn't get out of class in time and called me when I was already at the concert to say she wasn't coming after all.
These are the times when I miss having a conventional live-in relationship. There would be someone whose default for spending time is "with me". I'd already know whether or not they had plans, and most likely those plans would have included me in the first place. I know, realistically, that I don't even want that for my life; I want to be able to make plans of my own with other people and not be always obligated to do "us" things, but I guess I'd like to approximate it a little more closely, and have more unplanned, at-home-together time with my love.
So anyway. I arrived around 7:30; the opening act had just finished. I talked to Carol from work for a while about the bands and singers. Memorable moment: she asked me, "Can I ask you a rude question?" I shrugged, not knowing what to expect. She went on, "Is she gay?" I don't even know if she meant Joan Jett or Pat Benatar. I said I didn't know, and she explained that she had overheard something at work about "her" being gay, and then she said, "I followed all these couples in...," waving vaguely about, apparently indicating some lesbian-appearing women. I replied that if "she" was gay I didn't know about it.
Joan Jett started at about 7:45 or 8 with "Bad Reputation". She played a song I hadn't heard before called "Androgynous" (turns out to be a Replacements tune from 1986) and another called Fetish which made me think of some of my friends -- you know who you are ;-) -- along with all the old standards: "I Love Rock n Roll", "I Hate Myself (for Loving You)", "Crimson and Clover", and "Everyday People", among others I've forgotten. Made me want to run out and buy her record.
Her appearance surprised me a bit. I thought she had longish shaggy black hair, but it was a blond pixie cut last night. (At least I wasn't completely off the wall, she does look like I imagined on her old album covers.)
Then there was another break before Pat Benatar took the stage. I was getting kind of blah by then, and didn't get as excited by her set. Besides, I was kind of annoyed by the fact that she and Neil Giraldo (who turns out to be both the guitarist and her husband) kept giving little sermons about being good to each other or taking care of our children or not drinking and driving. She can still sing, though, and ripped into some of her old hits as well.
Afterward, I went out to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
indigobynight's house to pick up Rosa (she had offered, very kindly, to babysit--thanks hon!). Rosa was snuggled up in bed with indigo's daughter. Those two seem to get along very well, which is neat. "Ana likes me a lot!" Rosa said.
Last night's concert was strange. I enjoyed the music, but felt somehow out of place. There were several of my coworkers there, so it was an odd juxtaposition of my worlds: my persona from outside work wanting to enjoy the music, but the presence of coworkers causing me to withhold myself somehow. That, and the fact that none of my friends were able to attend with me. I realize it was very last-minute, but it hurts that I called six different people and not one of them could join me. Pam said she would, but didn't get out of class in time and called me when I was already at the concert to say she wasn't coming after all.
These are the times when I miss having a conventional live-in relationship. There would be someone whose default for spending time is "with me". I'd already know whether or not they had plans, and most likely those plans would have included me in the first place. I know, realistically, that I don't even want that for my life; I want to be able to make plans of my own with other people and not be always obligated to do "us" things, but I guess I'd like to approximate it a little more closely, and have more unplanned, at-home-together time with my love.
So anyway. I arrived around 7:30; the opening act had just finished. I talked to Carol from work for a while about the bands and singers. Memorable moment: she asked me, "Can I ask you a rude question?" I shrugged, not knowing what to expect. She went on, "Is she gay?" I don't even know if she meant Joan Jett or Pat Benatar. I said I didn't know, and she explained that she had overheard something at work about "her" being gay, and then she said, "I followed all these couples in...," waving vaguely about, apparently indicating some lesbian-appearing women. I replied that if "she" was gay I didn't know about it.
Joan Jett started at about 7:45 or 8 with "Bad Reputation". She played a song I hadn't heard before called "Androgynous" (turns out to be a Replacements tune from 1986) and another called Fetish which made me think of some of my friends -- you know who you are ;-) -- along with all the old standards: "I Love Rock n Roll", "I Hate Myself (for Loving You)", "Crimson and Clover", and "Everyday People", among others I've forgotten. Made me want to run out and buy her record.
Her appearance surprised me a bit. I thought she had longish shaggy black hair, but it was a blond pixie cut last night. (At least I wasn't completely off the wall, she does look like I imagined on her old album covers.)
Then there was another break before Pat Benatar took the stage. I was getting kind of blah by then, and didn't get as excited by her set. Besides, I was kind of annoyed by the fact that she and Neil Giraldo (who turns out to be both the guitarist and her husband) kept giving little sermons about being good to each other or taking care of our children or not drinking and driving. She can still sing, though, and ripped into some of her old hits as well.
Afterward, I went out to
indigobynight's house to pick up Rosa (she had offered, very kindly, to babysit--thanks hon!). Rosa was snuggled up in bed with indigo's daughter. Those two seem to get along very well, which is neat. "Ana likes me a lot!" Rosa said.
