A Night of Fabulous Social Awkwardness

On Saturday, Brian, our friend Krissy, and I went to The Twilight Hours concert.

This in itself is news.  Two concerts in a month is unheard of us. 

The three of us haven't gone to a concert together since January 1990 when Krissy came down to Chicago to go to the Duran Duran reunion concert on campus.

By the way, when you go to a concert in January in Chicago you leave fashion behind.  It's cold.

But we scored a sitter for all four kids and headed to see The Twilight Hours (which includes two of the former members of Trip Shakespeare).  And even if they didn't, they'd still be a fabulous band.

Anyhew, it was pretty much a night where I felt like I was 17 again.  But not in that I am so young and fun way.  More in that, wow am I ever socially awkward, sometimes, way.

How?

Well first, they had a contest via their web site where the winner got to meet the band and have a meal with them or something like that.  So of course, we entered.  Again, always the bridesmaid, never the bride, we both won posters.

Nothing says I am a 35-year-old professional woman like hanging an autographed poster in your office (which yes, I have done).

The show itself was excellent. 

And afterwards, they announced they'd be in the lobby to meet fans and sign autographs.

We headed that way.  But not before I spotted someone that I had only ever communicated with via Twitter.  And so I walked up and introduced myself by saying,

"Hi, I'm Molly...from Twitter."  

Really, I need a better intro.  Must work on that.

I think Brian's reflections on what happened next are really better than anything I could describe, so I'll share his comments.

"It was hilarious to watch the two of you absolutely regress into your teenage personalities.  Krissy was bold and confident and Molly just stood back and quietly smiled and let Krissy do the talking.  It was like two 17-year-old girls stuck in grown up lives."

Here's what it looked like.

Notice I am not anywhere in any of those?  Yup, because I was hiding behind her.

However, we did manage to pose for a quick photo with Matt, which Krissy, seeing it afterward, asked:

"Not sure if that is a look of amusement or terror in his eyes."

I am going with terror.

And pretty sure in this one he is about to say,

"Oh my, get these crazy girls out of here."

So yes, we rocked the dork.  But we had fun doing it.

And I have an autographed poster to prove it.

That said, I'll leave you with one of their performances.