I am excited. Sorta. For the first time in a long time I’m going to a concert. Emilie Autumn (whom I’ve blogged about before) is playing at the Gramercy Theater in NYC tomorrow night and yours truly has VIP tickets. Yes, like a 16 year-old fan girl I purchased a meet and greet with this fabulous performer. At least I’m not nervous about meeting her. I like to think age has SOME benefits!

Speaking of age, what does it say about me that A. I hope the theater has decent bathrooms and B. I hope the concert ends before I have to meet my train? It says I’m stinking old, that’s what it says!

Regardless, I’m looking forward to the event. It’s always inspiring to witness creativity in progress. I love EA’s music enough to brave a theater that will more than likely be filled to the majority with people 15-20 years younger than me. At least I will have brightly dyed hair, but I’m leaving my corset home. I’m rooting through my closet looking for comfortable shoes. OLD!

Is there anyone you would pay to see live? Or pay extra to meet? I admit I have my limits. I cannot bring myself to pay what Bon Jovi asks for a ticket. No sir. I wonder if Jon Bon Jovi ever feels old? Or does he simply revel in the fact that he’s hotter now than he was 20 years ago? Jerk. Which leads to question #2 – how old do YOU feel? I realize not all of this is being frumpy — I like comfort. I can afford comfort. Age does have it’s benefits. So, I think it’s more a matter of what I’m willing to go through now. Obviously I’ve decided Emilie Autumn is worth a day in NYC in the middle of February and a ride home late at night on the Metro North train. She is not, however, worth the prospect of not making that train.

Anyway, I must go make certain I don’t have any gray showing, and see if I have comfortable shoes that also look funky. Wish me luck!