Last Friday night Ross and I went to the Bright Eyes show at the State Theatre. Ross has a total man crush / obsession with Conor Oberst, so he was pumped out of his mind. I was excited too, I’m a fan, I hadn’t been to the newly re-opened State Theatre yet, and I love an excuse to dress up. Nice! We snagged a few slices of pizza at Otto’s (the mashed potato bacon makes me swoon), had a little wine / beer and went to the show. It was a great performance, and the upper level seating offered some nice views.
I decided to wear jean shorts with tights, and upon further inspection, I am an inappropriate old woman. I mean, I fit in with all the 18 year old emo girls (are kids still called emo these days?), but I felt a little silly. I’ve been making an effort to dress slightly more maturely lately, but that being said, I like short skirts and shorts. So, I guess it’s a balancing act I still need to figure out.
Speaking of emo kids, I’m looking a little moody in the above picture. This silly one is a little more me:
Do you ever feel you might be stretching the limits of your youth? What should the age cut off be for shorts and tights? Cough-26-cough.