i went to the orange peel with my friend kim last week to see the duo/band she & him. the music was nice, reminding me of a mournful prom date, dancing to richie valens with marty mcfly… in a coral colored dress. as is customary, we waited by the bus for congratulations and thanks, this time consuming ritual never questioned. however, i began to recognize my age when the pregnant bass player drew far more of my attention than m. ward or zooey, who never came out for a greeting. they are folks with jobs, people with lives just like mine only much, much stranger. traveling around in buses with only ever take-out, hotels, suitcases… how utterly exhausting. i looked at them with motherly sympathy, amusing myself.