Lamentation

Oh regrets...life is littered with regrets. Some of them fairly major - some not so much.

Currently I am in the death throes of regret.

Sure, it is not in the same league as the regret I feel that I inflicted a crappy father onto my daughter or a length of time wasted in a shit relationship. I can distinguish the difference.

As I sit here listening to some great live video recordings that some awesome motherfucker named Matthew Stathonikos got last night at The Age of Electric show in Calgary (yes, the 1st show in 17 yrs) - I am actually weeping, Ayla is laughing at me and I am extremely pissed off at myself for not booking a ticket the 12 times I looked and toyed with the idea on the Westjet website leading up to the show.

SO.FUCKING.MAD.AT.MYSELF. IM.A.DICK. Good lesson learned...no more talking myself out of shit that I really want. Life is way too short. Really...I could have afforded the trip...it is a lot of money and no I won't die not having gone but JFC - I should have just done it.

They sounded mint.
::SOB::

Midlife crisis moment without a doubt...reliving my 1989/1990 youth would have been, while far more sober and less rambunctious, so damn fun. I never saw the band live after they got all famous, I was busy breastfeeding and diaper changing but the live shows as a bar band...the best. The absolute fucking best.



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