riff-raff

i am not

i repeat not

a night person.

i like mornings

sunshine

birds singing

& waking up

~

as soon as

the light starts waning

the crickets start chirping

& the house lights need turning on

i am ready for sleep.

~

& i love sleep.

going to sleep

staying asleep

being asleep

when it's dark outside.

~

so what am i doing

sitting on the cement floor

of the cat's cradle

but turning into a pumpkin?

we got there early.

hm.

do you think the opening band was offended that there was a woman right in front of the stage with her fingers in her ears? they were too loud. but i actually found it kind of amusing to watch their antics without being able to hear all the cacophony. bass player spent the entire set hunched over his guitar with his hair hanging over his face. even when he looked up, you couldn't really even see his nose. keyboard player eventually moved to electric guitar, which he played like a fiend, prancing about a bit like a show horse. & main singer guy kept having to hitch up his pants, which appeared made out of some sort of elastic material.

but

we didn't come to see them.

we came to see

Hurray for the Riff Raff

i was a little obsessed with her white plastic shoes

& her awesome skirt

the music was really good, too

 so i survived

staying up past my bedtime.

& i haven't turned into a pumpkin

yet.