Saw the Flaming Lips in concert last night. An incredible show, as ever, but I received Hard Evidence that I’m getting older, when, in the middle of the crowd in front of the stage, I kept getting really irritated at all the people pushing past me, thinking, "Goddamn teenagers." Even in retrospect I sorta feel this way. People, I’m 5’6" tall. I’m SHORT. If you’re 6’5", please don’t come stand RIGHT in front of me to get a better view of the stage, because you could SEE OVER MY HEAD IF YOU WANTED TO. And also, when you spill your beer in my sock, don’t look at me like I just slapped your puppy.

Ahh, Rock and Roll.

Still and all, it was a fantastic show. I got some great photos that I’ll post later. It didn’t quite measure up to the Zoo show last year, but nothing could, really. Today is Brian’s 10-year high school reunion, so I’ll be spending all afternoon and evening in the sprawling metropolis of Chickasha, wondering – "should I say I’m his ‘boyfriend?’ ‘husband?’ ‘life-partner?’ Or should I just pretend I don’t remember his name, and that being such a hot-ass piece of arm-candy didn’t come with the stipulation that I’d have to remember ANYTHING?"