thinking about tomorrow won’t change how i feel today

One of the things I love most about the town in which I live is the chance to see tons of awesome bands for pretty cheap. Though I haven’t taken advantage of this as much as I’d like, I did get to see Matt & Kim (with rapper Donnis) earlier this week.

And let me tell you something: It. Was. Awesome.

I went with a friend of mine and, of course, we had to start the evening with some tasty frozen yoghurt—I opted for cheesecake, strawberry and chocolate fro-yo with sliced kiwi and bananas, M&Ms and three gummy worms. Delish.

Then, we headed over to the venue. Since it was sold out, there was zero parking close by, so we drove a few blocks away and hoofed it back. I won’t lie; I was more than slightly concerned about the amount of walking, but I told myself it would be fine.

We got in, got ourselves some drinks and found, to my dismay, at least, there was nowhere to sit. And so we stood, waiting for Donnis to start (and not expecting him to be a rapper, but we was pretty decent), through his set and through Matt & Kim’s. The duo was awesome, just Kim on drums and Matt on keyboards. Kim was ferocious, propelling the songs forward, and Matt just spit the words out with a confidence missing in their first effort.

After the set, my friend wanted to stick around to meet them, which we did. Matt was good-looking enough that pretty much every girl was hitting on him, giggling, touching their hair, flashing some cleavage. He does give pretty kick-butt hugs, though, and both of them stuck around until every fan who wanted a picture or an autograph or a quick chat was satisfied.

After all that, I didn’t get home until about 1 a.m., after standing on my feet for much longer than I would have liked. I could tell while I was standing there, rocking out, that I was going to pay for it later, and I have. I’m still sore enough that I would like nothing more than to filled my bathtub up with Icy Hot and just lay there for a while. Even so, it was totally worth it. I haven’t been to a show in a tiny, hole-in-the-wall club in so long, and I missed it.

I can only put off doing things I love for the sake of my health for so long before I start feeling like I’m missing out. Some days, even when I know I’m going to feel crappy after, I just have to do it anyway, to feel like a normal 26-year-old, if only for a night.