Monday, October 19, 2009

Nothing Comes Between Me and My Jeff Tweedy


Not even the fact that soon-to-be-ex took his girlfriend to the concert,

or that my date, 6 foot and gorgeous, was my 14-year old daughter.

Not the fact we had to sequester ourselves from our mutual friends at dinner so no one felt awkward. And if I sound bitter here, that's because I am, you mutual friends.

Or the Noodles and Company restaurant which Daughter picked out of all the great places to eat in Ann Arbor.

Or the fact that Noodles and Company doesn't sell alcohol.

Or that Hill Auditorium in The Peoples' Republic of Ann Arbor, home of the Hash Bash, does not sell alcohol.

Nor the fact that even though I ordered tickets the day they went on sale, we were seated in the nose-bleed section.

Yes, the nose-bleed section where people were constantly getting up from their seats and disrupting my view. Yes, those people must have had alcohol which needed removal from their systems.

Damn them.

Nor the fact that I've been separated one year now from soon-to-be-ex and though it was my decision, it's still hard to see "our" favorite band separately. Plus, he got the microbrews. And the girlfriend. And the friends.

Damn you.

But....when My Jeff Tweedy strums on his acoustic and sings, "I Am Trying To Break Your Heart," life has meaning.

Nothing or no one comes close.



Well, I guess those guys that Daughter and I visited after the show aren't too bad. That Ben & Jerry. They're okay.


posted at Humor-Blogs

12 comments:

Jen said...

Ice Cream and good music really do make everything all better.

Lilacspecs said...

sigh
*hugs*
Ben&Jerry can take a rainy day and turn it into a scene from Mary Poppins. Good call on that one.
Now if they just made alcohol flavored ice cream...

Cat said...

How can there possibly be a concert hall that doesn't sell beer? I live deep in the bible belt and have never heard of such.

Chasity said...

A concert without alcohol is like trying to eat a peanut butter sandwich without the jelly. Pretty dry. Good thing you had Ben & Jerry afterward to help it down. Ben & Jerry rock.

ReformingGeek said...

You survived all that without alcohol? WOW! I'm impressed. I'm glad you got some ice cream, though.

Unfinished Rambler said...

What kind of place is this Ann Arbor that doesn't sell alcohol?!!? Crazy, I tell you. Crazy. Glad you made it through with a little help from your friends, Ben and Jerry. :)

Nooter said...

um, tweedy... ?

did he sing 'i tot i taw a puddytat'?

A Free Man said...

I need Wilco to tour Oz.

Cringed along with your description, though. Been there. Shared favorite band with ex. Uncomfortable. Staking out positions across the room from one another. Yep. Been there.

Jocelyn said...

That sounds, for the reasons you articulate, like a tough night--with one saving grace. So I'll let you have Jeff.

For just that one night. Next he comes to me.

VE said...

Who's Jeff Tweedy? (stop rolling your eyes...)

mrsmouthy said...

I'm sorry you have to go through uncomfortable times like these. The whole friends thing really blows. But hey, he didn't get your bloggy friends! (He didn't, right?!)

Drew G (Eden Fantasys) said...

Tweedy is great, that song is great. I have seen Wilco a bunch of times -- from large venues to just in the beginning at tiny clubs. So amazing. I just wanted to let you know and say I dig your blog. Email me anytime if you ever want to talk about working together.