Author Archives: Pamela

No holiday letter this year. No holiday photo. No holiday story.

I’ve been working on another story and I didn’t want to set it aside to write something for the holidays.

I was going to do some sort of wrap up, but I’m not even up for that. There’s nothing major to wrap up.

Hope you have a wonderful time wherever you are and whatever you do. That’s what I’m going to be doing.

Remember when I said I would never go to a concert again? I told Bob, “Don’t even ask.”

I lied.

We saw that X and The Blasters were coming into town over xmas. We were both off. Bob said there were reserved seats in the balcony. So I agreed.

And it was really fun! I have seen X one other time, New Years Eve 1985.

Sometimes when I do stuff like this I get depressed like, “How did we all get so old?”

But last night it was really cool. The crowd was about 99% our age and everyone was all old and gray and fat and wearing glasses.

And we’re all still here! And we’re out getting crazy and having fun on a school night. And everybody wasn’t holding up their dumb phones to record the whole time. Yay, olds.

Since we were above we could see the crowd on the floor. You could see the memory of moshing (Did people mosh at X?) which took the form of pockets of shoving that eventually had to be broken up by security.

The bands were awesome. Phil Alvin was terrifc. His bio says he’s 60!

Exene is still a goddess. Billy Zoom was amazing. His bio says he’s 65! He looked like a character out of a Coen brothers movie. John Doe was all over the place. DJ Bonebrake was still there, too. These guys have been together forever.

Great night. I’m glad we went.

I’m going to try to muster the energy for a brief holiday wrap-up post tomorrow. But if I don’t make it, Merry Christmas. Please eat lots of Christmas cookies. The world is depending on it.

I had a dream last night where I was mean to Bob and I knew I hurt his feelings but I could tell he was pretending I didn’t.

When I woke up I felt terrible and I couldn’t get back to sleep.

Finally, Bob rolled over and I could see that his eyes were open. “Are you awake?”

Him: Yes.

Me: I was mean to you in my dream. I feel so bad. I am so sorry.

Him: hmpft

He got up to go to the bathroom and then came back and scratched and cleared his throat.

Then he started telling me all about his evening and where he went and who he met and what they talked about. Then he got up again and got something in the other room to show me. This was 4 o’clock in the morning.

I figured I was forgiven and didn’t feel so bad. I rolled over.

He kept talking and talking and talking.

He’s so cute.