So yesterday The Mr had a D&D craft night on our calendar. He had mentioned it a few weeks ago as something he wanted to attend at a game shop we frequent and I thought “Great! What fun for him!”
And then yesterday, I put on a dress I hadn’t worn in a while in the morning and The Mr was all “Cute! You look so nice! I want to take you to dinner before we go to the game shop tonight!” And while on the one hand I really like being told i’m pretty, on the other hand I was kind of confused for a few reasons:
I didn’t think we were going to D&D craft night… I thought he was going to D&D craft night. I mean, I like D&D and I am crafty, but I don’t generally combine the two. I mean, one time I crocheted a beholder for The Mr, but I’ve never painted a mini or built any dungeon terrain. That’s The Mr’s department. But, I thought, maybe it’ll be fun.
On our calendar, D&D night started at 6. And wanted to take me out for a nice dinner beforehand? What are we, 82?
Okay, so maybe it was just those two reasons, but still, those are valid!
So because I’m me, I had a lot of questions. And he was being really vague in answering all of them.
Me: So you want me to come with you?
Him: Well… yeah!
Me: But I don’t do D&D crafting…
Him: It’ll be fun!
Me: Do I need to bring my own stuff? Because I don’t have stuff.
Him: I’m not sure.
Me: They didn’t say on the website?
Him: I just saw D&D craft night.
Me: And what about dinner?
Him: Yeah. I want to take you to dinner. You look nice.
Me: …. beforehand?
Clearly I wasn’t getting any answers from him, so I decided to hop on the the game shop website and see if I could find out some details about this craft night. Would there be a teacher? Would supplies be available? Was it BYO?
Answers to all of those things: No.
Me: Are you sure there’s a craft night tonight? There’s nothing on their calendar about it…
And then he sighed, stood up, and went into the next room, only to return and toss these at me:
Him: Why do you have to ask so many questions all the time? Happy early birthday.
He then informed me that not only did he get us tickets to go see the concert, but apparently he also bought the VIP tickets, which got us a meet and greet, photo, and private acoustic concert before the actual show.
I was freaking out on two very different levels. On the one hand it was exciting and unexpected, but on the other hand this was a gift for my upcoming 29th birthday and I was pretty sure that the average age of her fanbase was 14. Obviously, I know that shouldn’t matter. We should all love the things we love and be passionate about those things, but lately, for the first time, I’ve started to feel… old? And kind of boring? In fact, I had been planning on writing a blog post today about how dull I am and how I feel like I have nothing of interest to say anymore and that’s a really difficult thing for a humor writer to feel or embrace. And now I was about to go to a concert where I’d be surrounded by young, energetic, fun people who would look at me weird because I’m so obviously old enough to drink that it’s sad. Like… why even bother carrying my ID anymore?
Also, the dress I was wearing was completely wrong for this kind of evening.
So after trying on multiple outfits and putting on and taking off more makeup than I usually wear in a month, we were on our way to meet a famous YouTuber. I felt weird and excited and nervous, all of which kind of made me feel like an idiot, but all in the best way possible.
But when we got there and saw the line of maybe 20 people in line to meet her, it was a steady mix of 14 year olds, college students, 20-somethings, and even a few grown adults that were older than us. And when we went in and met her and got our photos taken, it was definitely weird and exciting and I was nervous and awkward. But all in the best way possible. Don’t believe me? I’ve got receipts:
And then she sang songs and answered questions (mostly from the 14 year olds who wanted to know her relationship advice and which hair dye brand she uses. They were adorable.) I felt out of place and weird, but at the same time I kept reminding myself to enjoy this moment. Here I was, at 29 years old, in the VIP section of a concert with my husband, who clearly loves me and understands that I’m still a teenager at heart.
Or maybe I’m simply a 29-year-old. And I like what I like. And what I like is poppy, sometimes angsty, fun music sung by a quirky, yellow-haired peer, who like me, has built a career off of the thought that much of her life is the product of Bad Ideas.
Thanks for an awesome night, Tessa. You rocked it.
But the big thank you goes to The Mr. For all of my bad ideas, you’ve had some of the best ones. You made me feel young and beautiful last night.
Like I said, if you’re not familiar with the delight that is Tessa Violet, here’s the music video to one of my favorite new songs of hers, although, they’re all pretty darn fantastic:
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