Kids these days...

We were innocently drinking our bootleg vino chattering away about who what where why and how-quietly I thought since the man on the stage had a microphone which enabled his voice to boom above ours-and it's not like he was saying anything funny, despite the laughter of the just-lost-my virginity age bracket that surrounded us-no doubt on their first big night out sans parents (which would explain the apparent hilarity of the comedian on stage) but REALLY! It's a concert for chrissakes- not an undergrad lecture. The band is the main event-the opening act just window dressing. And I just simply can't see how a 20 minute monologue which revolves around reading a fake letter to the customer service department of DELTA Airlines (Delta ???-this is Canada dude!) can ever possibly be misconstrued as comedy. However, I digress.
We were talking and then we were shushed by the pretty young things all around us because we weren't being quiet enough-at a concert. The same ones who texted their friends throughout the main event. We were the only ones with hooch.

Remember when going to a show meant burning your hands because you held your lighter for too long? Or getting high even if your weren't smoking because of the thick haze of pot smoke hanging over the crowd? Smuggling in your camera and some booze to drink secretly in the dark. Standing throughout the entire show and missing the opening act entirely because you were hanging around the bus chatting up the roadies?
I feel older today.