Closer to Fine

Sunday night I went to the Indigo Girls concert at Chautauqua auditorium.  It is a rustic, intimate venue and is historic Boulder which I love.  I went with two friends that went to law school with Dave and before the concert, we enjoyed a beautiful evening on the lawn with a picnic dinner with wine. 

Indigo Girls always make me think of my best friend Ryan, she and I were obsessed with the Indigo Girls in college.  We spent many a night smoking cigarettes, writing poetry and listening to emotional music about life and mapping out our astrological charts.  When I listen to their music I feel 19 again and have a strange feeling of wanting to laugh hysterically and cry at the same time.

As a Christmas gift in 1997, Ryan got us both tickets to see the Indigo Girls.  Unfortunately about an hour before we were set to leave, Ryan was unable to find the tickets.  We literally ripped apart the entire house we lived in and Ryan was sobbing.  We even went to the music store to try and repurchase the tickets but it was sold out.  To make up for our heart ache over the lost tickets, we got tickets to the Lilith Fair that summer to see Indigo Girls along with other “all women” shows which prompted my Dad to have a very awkward conversation about whether or not I was a lesbian.  With all the time I spent with Ryan, my tongue piercing and affinity for the Indigo Girls, his coworker deemed me as a “definite lesbian”.

I think my favorite Indigo Girls song is The Wood and I was so happy to hear them play it on Sunday.  It seems to have summed up not only my college years but the last few years as well.  The end of the song says:

And even I have got to laugh at me

No one gets to miss the storm of what will be

Just holding on for the ride

The wood is tired and the wood is old

We'll make it fine if the weather holds

But if the weather holds we'll have missed the point

And, that's where I need to go…