Well, y'all, it's been quite a few weeks.
After Motley Crue, I just didn't find myself as excited about going to see Robert Plant, and, later, Phish. I don't know what it was, but all of a sudden, I found myself not caring about the hippie shows. Por ejemplo, I just couldn't bring myself to wear my tie dye maxi skirt and lace scarf to the Robert Plant show. I went all glam-boho-rocker to it.
For Phish, I really gave myself a pep talk, and said, "Hey, Paige. It's cool. You're going to feel a whole lot better wearing a skirt or dress, and you're going to want to not wear a colored knit. It's just one night. You can glam out later on."
Luckily, the little pep talk worked and I'm feeling back to my normal hippie self. I've always felt like my style was bohemian-with-an-edge, so I wasn't so surprised at the rocker-edge looks I'd been channeling. It was the lack of bohemian desire I was surprised about.
I even remembered how to do my jam dances.
All is right with the world again.
Btdubs ... Guess who was out until almost 4:30 this morning? Since there's no way it could be me, I'm just going to tell y'all. It was SO me. What's up?!? I'm a bit delirious from lack of sleep, but we went to the Phish concert, went to Avondale Brewery, and went to Marty's for a grilled cheese. Nommy. And I called it a night around the 4:00 hour.
