Writers, rock and roll, and Sun King beer. Eight o'clock at the Irving Theater, a great place to see a show. I can't remember if it was there or at The Emerson, but it makes me think of when I saw Social Distortion in the early '90s and was nearly trampled in the mosh pit. I didn't intend to be in the mosh pit: the lights went down, the music started, and all of a sudden I was riding a wave, then I was under it. A burly flannel-clad early-90s lumberjack picked me up and set me down outside of the pit. (This a story I drag out as an attempt to seem less lame to my students. Likely I seem lamer when I reveal that I had a cardigan tied around my waist when I inadvertently moshed, and all night I watched it sail from one side of the room to the other. Also: my friend's dad - a wonderfully patient man, a military man - waited outside for us the whole time. In a minivan.)
The '90s! Suddenly I want to be back in high school, being angsty about boys at the all-ages show.
(but only for like five minutes. and then I would like to get back to the garden and my book, mmmkay.)
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