Wound up going to the Elvis Costello show last night, though I mostly wish I hadn’t. Yes, I’ve always wanted to see him live. And he is an amazing performer. But I was far too exhausted to properly enjoy it. And the absolutely dreadful opening act soured the evening for me anyhow. And my companions heckling said act didn’t improve matters much. It was better when Elvis started playing, but even during his set I was thinking:
1 : how much I’d rather be with my son.
2 : how hungry I was.
3 : how tired I was.
4 : of how much better the show would be if I were rested, which is but one of the reasons why April’s Nick Cave show was so much better.
5 : of the oodles of things I should have been doing around the house, like mid-week laundry or taking the trash out for the Thursday pickup (which just didn’t happen).
6 : of how ridiculously overpriced the tickets were.
7 : of how annoying some people are, especially when I’m tired.