ode to bein old skool

So, the Valentine evening began with arrival of sweetest boyfriend in the world bringing tired and mellowest girl in the world a lovely rose and a giant burrito (you might be amazed, but a burrito is a direct route to this girls heart). I requested said burrito, but only after having been offered my very own boyfriend chef for the evening. I opted to let him off easy. Plus, less cooking time means more cuddle time. ah, the joy and simplicity. After laughing at some American Idol Idiocy (amazingly, last night was the first instance in which I watched American Idol for more than 15 minutes, and was even slightly amused), we walked up to Toad's Place for the Umphrey's Mcgee Show. Now, there was a time when I was such a young lass wandering around at these shows. I'd dance and beer drink and wander about in such a daze. I'm not so much different now, as more observant and sentimental and sponge-like. I like to take things in and experience them (the younger days were more focused on being whimsical and happy and not caring about your capacity to remember things after that 6th, 7th, or 8th beer). So there I am, and it struck me. I am freakin' old school! I'm in a room with a mean age of probably 22-25ish. I'm just outside the cusp, but i'm out there. I'm a vintage wine in this crowd. When did this happen?
Every concert is different. The last five or so I've been too had more of an older crowd, or atleast a mixture (Reverend Horton Heat, Les Claypool, MMW). I've definatly been to concerts where I was of the older element, but those were concerts where I knew this ahead of time. This one wasn't really an obscenely young crowd, but I could tell I was old hat. And it was odd because it's one of those bands I have in my arsenol, one that I'd see repeatedly. Never thought I'd see the day that would happen. Regardless, good music and good times. We met a gaggle of fellows there (quite drunk by the time we found them), and had a damn good time. And even saw some seerrrriously old skool cats that probably bested us by 20+ years hangin about. heh. It's kind of fun to be the old-heads. It makes me feel wise 0ld owl-ish. And you're only as old as you feel, right?