So I spent last night up at the Webster Theater in Hartford at the 30 Seconds to Mars concert. I've never been to the Webster before so this was a new adventure. Not to mention that it's been over a decade since my last official rock concert - Pearl Jam I believe that one was, not one of my favorites but my brother's girlfriend at the time's mother wouldn't let her go without "adult" supervision- lol. So I went and it was a wild show.
But back to last night. I was very excited about the show, but at the same time my own insecurities came out in force. I was insecure because a) I was going alone, bringing to the forefront my lack of the simple social skill of having friends; b) I'm 38 (almost 39) years old and attending a concert by a band whose primary fan demographic are people that I am old enough to be their mother; and c) I'm really not a cool person, I've never been one of the "cool" people, and I'm petrified of making a fool of myself.
A year ago those insecurities would have kept me home last night. But I've been working on forcing myself out of my hermit comfort zone and back into the land of the living. It's not easy. I've been trying to remember being a outgoing and friendly person, someone that used to love to go out on a Friday night and dance and drink and have a great time. I used to be a fun person and it makes me sad that I'm not anymore.
Anywho... the concert itself was awesome, and intense, and the next 30STM show I go to, I'm so wearing my Chucks and leaving my purse at home and joining in with the crazy people on the floor in front jumping and stomping. I figure five vodka tonics will be
