Ride around the wreckage

Last night Jake, Gus and I went to see Father John Misty and Youth Lagoon. It was actually supposed to have been just my youngest and me, but he forgot to ask for the night off from work.

Besides for a killer look alike for Sam Elliott, who seemed to work at the bar in some capacity, I was by far the oldest person there.
That made for an awkward situation for me, as I wanted to be up close but found myself in a sea of teenagers. There was no chance of blending in, no matter the internal age I feel that I am, outside there is a fifty year old women standing in a crowd, kind of like a penguin in the midst of a chicken coop.