March 5, 2010 10:37 AM
Last night I went to see a show with my friends Kim and Leila.
The band? Black Wizard, a handful of twenty-year-olds from New West who were screaming sex appeal and all had better haircuts than us. I said to Leila, “It’s like they’re all mini versions of guys we already know!”
Which was true - this one guy was dressed in long, dark hair accompanied by a plaid headband that matched his sleeveless western (possibly made out of one of the sleeves?) looked exactly like Johnny. Like Johnny’s little brother. Wish he was there.
Another had these amazing bowl-cut style bangs that extended a bit further to the sides of his head, then the rest of his head showed off these shoulder length locks of bear-hair. It was like out of a fucking dream. Seriously, fantasy material.
If I was into young guys - damnnnn, girl.
I felt like I was walking into an Aerosmith music video with a bunch of younger kids instead of strung out thirty-somethings. The girls in crazy beautiful hippy scarves - it was so cute (maybe not the right word)! I was never that cool - shit. I was an awful dork at nineteen, with not nearly as much raw style.
These kids gonna go far.
It also made me realize that drugs are really far much cooler when you’re twenty.
And, I felt like a fucking big sister coming out to support her little brother and all his friends. I smiled a lot.
Today, it’s gorgeous outside. I’m going downtown to meet an old friend for lunch, meeting another for a couple afternoon drinks in the sun, and then heading to another’s place for dinner. Gonna be a good one.
