Ellemental

The VIM and I went to see the Knitters earlier this summer. It was the first time in my personal concert-attending history that I was in the front row of a concert. Front row, clear on the left side. Right in front of Dave Alvin, who could have bent down and patted my head if he had so desired.

It was also the first time in my concert-attending history (or really, any of my history at all) that I almost passed out. I was seriously in the throes of “oh my god, I’m going to throw up. I’m going to throw up right on the stage…no, wait, it’s even WORSE than throwing up…I’m going to PASS OUT and do a header on the stage and everyone will think I took drugs or something”, looking around, realizing there was NO WAY that I could make it through the 500 people between me and the fresh air on the other side of the front door. Black spots swimming in front of my eyes, clammy skin, the whole 9 yards, and I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t even grab the VIMs arm to let him know anything was wrong. And besides, he was so into the music I could have vaporized beside him and he wouldn’t have noticed.

So whatever…there really is no point to this story, other than the fact that I am convinced that I am in the beginning stages of menopause (or pre-menopause, or whatever the kids are calling it these days), and I experienced one hell of a hot flash right there in front of Dave Alvin.

Somehow I can’t come to terms with cowpunk and menopause all in one evening.