One last

A few weeks ago my cousin Kristen asked me to go to the Dave Matthew Band concert with her. I was so excited- I haven't been to a DMB show for a while and could use a girls night out. So after taking out a second mortgage for a lawn seat, last night was the show. It was me, Kristen (who is 27) her cousin Tiffany (who is 24) and Tiffany's friend Amy (who is 22). Did I mention I was the oldest- by a lot?

So, I donned my best beaded/hippie tank top, loaded up the Trooper and left hours before the show so we could tailgate. We drank some beers, made hotdogs on the grill, peed in the woods, and talked about the ridiculous girls and guys who thought they were hot that passed by our little set up.

But I am so old. In my purse was toilet paper, toilet seat covers, hand sanitizer and baby wipes. For snacks, I brought Baked Lays and Fig Newtons. I stopped drinking when we went inside because I'm no longer ok with spending $7 on a watered down beer, even if I risk losing my buzz in the meantime.

I had a great time and luckily I seemed to pass for younger than 30, as no one shouted "out of the way, granny" at any point during the evening. But I don't see me going to another tailgate/lose your cousin on the lawn when she goes to the bathroom/did some strange girl just slap my ass? (yes!) concert anytime soon. Unless of course my cousin asks me again next year...