keep yer shirt on; we did.

i won tickets from our local radio station to see tori amos last week. at the time i won, i wasn’t certain whether i could even go, let alone ask others. see, i was scheduled for my IVIG that day, and after sitting with my IV full o’ love for 5 or 6 hours, i am usually wiped out. the thought of going to a concert is nearly laughable.

but i love the tori-grrl, and i reallyreallyreally wanted an evening as a grownup me. i have found that my friends and i never get the opportunity to go out just as grrls. we’re out with our kids, our partners, our kids AND partners. but never just as us. i have friends who live in suburbs, and i hear about how women get together weekly for things like games of bunco (what the hell is THAT) or other somesuch. (tupperware parties?) but around here, we don’t seem to do stuff like that. is it because we’re in an urban area? is it because we’re all unfriendly? bee-yotches with no time? who knows.

but luckily (or unluckily, depending on your perspective), the doctor’s office did not yet receive my IVIG. so off we went: me, kellyo, nylonthread, and kellyo’s friend sue. it was a night filled with teeming rain, swamped roads, and exhausted moms. but the desire to be out and about was so strong that off we went. nylon and i experienced mr. toad’s wild ride on the whitehurst; and we finally found a parking spot thanks to kellyo and her cell.

there was something so thrilling about walking in the rain without worrying whether little people around us were going to jump in puddle lakes or run into oncoming Connecticut Avenue traffic. the whole evening was ahead of us, and we revelled in the fact that we were out. hell, if i had been delusional about the ticket win, no one would have cared! we had drinks underneath the hay-adams and then walked over to DAR Constitution Hall for the show.

fortunately, i was not delusional about the ticket win.

we had great seats, almost exactly where BS and i had sat for tori amos about 10 years prior. (BS bowed out of the evening. i think he feared being overwhelmed by too much estrogen.) from our vantage point, i could see a woman with a baby in a carrier in the second row. being moms, we marvelled about the idea of bringing a baby to a concert. would the child’s hearing be damaged for life? was it too late to have a baby out? but once the show started, there was the mom, dancing while wearing her child. it was a wonderful sight.

but exhausted we all were. none of us stayed for the entire show.

nevertheless, i had a wonderful evening. and we have to make this a more regular thang. thanks, chicks, for the evening.

it’s a liberating thing to be just yourself once in awhile.