We went to Vampire Weekend at The Edgefield last night with some friends. It had been far too long since we attended a grown up concert and the pouring rain only added to the fun. Fortunately I found my wool hat buried in a box five minutes before we stepped out the door and made the call to wear our wellies. Our friend Carrie had the good fortune of scoring free parkas on site.
As the rain dripped down my face during the encore I hardly noticed the dropping temperature or soggy clothes sticking to my skin. I was 20 years old again, jumping up and down. And fist pumping.