Just a Lark

Weddings, oh my!

So, I’m going back to Reno tomorrow for five days to hang out with some friends, and also to attend a wedding. But not just any wedding–this is the first wedding I’ll be going to for friends that are about my age, and I foresee two, maybe three more in the next year. I guess you combine the fact that I’m now 25 years old with the whole weddings thing and you get to the quarter century crisis. It’s like these people I know are getting married and having kids, and I sometimes wonder if I’m supposed to be there. Obviously, this is a silly thought, but it’s one that’s come to mind.

I mean, you measure your life in milestones, and the only real way to effectively do this is to compare yourself with other people you know. After all, you all get driver’s licenses, can legally see R-rated movies, smoke, and drink, and go to college and graduate around the same time. Clearly, marriage doesn’t fit into this scheme, but it’s easy to fall into the trap of thinking that it should–not that I have, but I can understand the reasoning behind it.

Lately I’ve been joking about how this is a turning point in my life, and the start of a downward spiral. In fact, I told this to a friend at work who had just recently got married, and he got incredibly offended. Of course, I said that the friend getting married this weekend was “the first of my friends to get married,” and this is what pissed him off, but I thought that “of my friends from back home” was assumed by my statement, as I don’t usually try to piss friends off with low-blows like that. Then again, maybe I was subconsciously trying to irk him since he didn’t invite me. Oh well.

Anyway, maybe it is the start of a downward spiral. I mean, I’ve been single now for just over three years. Sure, during that time I’ve had some minor successes in the dating world, and several complete failures, but nothing ever really developed into a real relationship. But I’m happy right now, so I guess that’s the important thing.

Live music sucks

Not the music per say, but the somehow magical ability for concerts I want to go to to multiply at a cancerous rate. Every time a live show appears that I want to go to, it seems two more appear too. This is awesome in the sense that I’m basically going to a concert a week in the next month and a half, but terrible in the sense that I’m trying to save money and apparently have an inability to turn down a good show whenever I see one appear or whenever Mindy asks me if I want to go to one.

And then you get the oddball shows that I’m literally willing to go entirely out of my way for, but end up eventually saying no to when the cost comes around and kicks me in the junk. Delerium, a band I’ve absolutely loved for years now and have always wanted to see live, is going on tour this year. Maybe. The word is that they’re starting a NA/EU tour, but the only show they have scheduled is in Vancouver, BC. When I saw this, I immediately started buying a ticket, until I realized I had no real way of affording it and the trip to and from, especially on a month’s notice. Now I’m hoping that they actually do go on tour so I can see them someplace closer (hint hint, the Bay Area!), but I don’t have much hope for it.

Sadtown.