On Saturday night/early Sunday morning, Shug and I were able to see one of our old faves at the Urban Lounge: Menomena.
The performance was great, as they always are, but Salt Lake City was poor Menomena's last stop on their American tour and they were bushed. There were a few new band mates and some songs from their newest album and as I watched the show (and the innnnnnteresting crowd) I reflected on how much has changed since I first saw them play in 2007 in Chicago with my new boyfriend.
My sweet husband, with his hand protectively on my lower back, has supported me through two masters degrees and almost seven years of mischief. I was (still) shocked at how quickly those years have flown by! And Menomena had aged with us, their songs more mature, their swagger a little more confident, and their hair...well, it was much, much longer.
So as the tired band played their one encore, I thanked the last seven years and turned my thoughts to the next seven (and seventy!) It's tough admitting you're a grownup...but at least I can do it with grace, right?