Friday Mr. Banks and I traveled to Central Park for the last of Pavement’s NYC shows on their reunion tour. The show was awesome. It was a beautiful September night in the city with an insanely good set list. It was one of those experiences that lifts your spirits and makes you want to raise a glass to the good life of family, fun and memories. They even had a wine truck selling tall glasses of pinot noir if you’re not one that can stomach Coors Light in the can.
Better yet, they started at 8 and we were out of there by 10 pm which makes a mid-thirties mama happy. I can only sustain that good-feelin’ vibe for so long before I’m tired, and my feet hurt, and I want to put on my lounge pants.
We couldn’t help but notice that the other concert goers were the typical Pavement fans from way back when. They were just 10 years older, like us. Let me tell you, we weren’t the only ones checking our phones just in case we missed an emergency text from the babysitter.
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