Last night we went with a friend to see the band Garbage. She and I both parted with $30 to buy concert t-shirts. $30 for t-shirts is insane, but we both really wanted one. The back of mine says Freak. I’m really quite happy about that.
Here they are:
We missed the opening act and we ended up having to stand throughout the show because the place was packed. I used to get upset about missing opening acts, but, honestly, these days if I don’t know who they are I’m not that concerned about it. If I’m supposed to hear their music, I will. Just not last night.
So jealous. I love Garbage.