I left the house...

I just returned from the Jeff Tweedy solo show and I have a couple of thoughts I wanted to jot down about the evening:

• I hate tall drunk guys with big big block heads that obscure my view
  
  
• Mr. Tweedy is very handsome and has a lovely singing voice

• overheard at the bar: "...but bear in mind, I just re-read High Fidelity... for like, the sixth time"

• Mr. Tweedy knows how to make words dance. He has written some very beautiful lyrics that usually make me sad - so sad. Did I mention that he is very handsome?

• I can't stand people hollering out requests or making pathetic attempts at banter with the performer... if this makes me insufferable, so fucking be it.

• Tweedy's drummer was the opening act. Very talented and all that.
  

• They (Tweedy & drummer) played "Heavy Metal Drummer" and this is one of my most favourite songs. Ever
  

• I am getting old. I wanted this most excellent show to end because my back was getting sore and it was nearing midnight. I actually resented the second encore.

• I managed to avoid several people I was afraid of running into. Well played, old girl! Well played!