On November 13, I celebrated the impending end of my relative youth by attending the Panic! At the Disco concert with A. A. was a trooper and ponied up for the ticket, even though she's never heard a Panic! song and had no idea what they sang. I, of course, was ecstatic that I could go since I thought I wasn't going to see them and was sad about that. Through the joy that is Craigslist, I found tix relatively cheap and we headed out.
Because I'm crazy about being places on time and getting my full money's worth, I insisted we get there right at 7:30 so we could see the opening acts. One of them was a group named Jack's Mannequin and if you are a closet Laguna Beach fan like I am, this album is a must have for pretending you are Rocky, with your only BFF Tessa, abandoned by Alex once again, and left crying in your prom dress on the beach....you know, if you're into that sort of self-torture, imagination stuff. Not that I am. But maybe you are. Or maybe you'll just like the music.
It's also worth noting, simply because it's hilarious, that at the Panic! concert, more than half of the audience seemed to either be in high school or accompanied by their parents. Then there was A. and I. At one point, I looked left to the high schoolers on my left making out, looked right at A. who was looking to her right at the high schoolers making out, and then just proceeded to throw up the rock and roll sign and dance around. I was still 25 then. It was alright.
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