Where do we go to draw the line?
So I went to a rock concert, and all I got was this: a t-shirt that is definitely too large for me. The smaller sizes were all sold out…
... oh, and the indisputable fact that I can finally say that I have seen them live, of course. If the band’s force is to be reckoned with, in the later years everyone would either have been to one of their concerts, or have not. And no one would want to belong to the latter category.
Besides, the five-hour journey down south is a little too much – even if I thought that one of the nation’s recognisable faces happened to be seated right behind me in the bus (“Eek, is she or is she not…?!”). Ironic. We see these people gracing the papers, and on the television; yet, when we see them right before us, we still can never be sure.
This is it. No more going to a neighbouring country just for events such as these (for this year, anyway). I will have to draw the line just about… here.
Uhm. Well, not unless their names happen to be Broken Social Scene or Wilco, I guess.
(I will need to have some concert kakis by then.)