So tired...

...and yet, so satisfied.

If you'd told me I'd be there until 1 a.m. and wouldn't get to bed until 3:30 a.m. I'd have said you were crazy.

Great show. Loved Death Cab for Cutie. Loved the Foo Fighters ("Everlong," acoustic... *sigh). Pearl Jam played two of my favoritest songs of theirs. Trent Reznor sounded great. I even enjoyed Brian Wilson, much to my surprise.

Then my boys came out at about 11 p.m. and made me so, so happy... especially when they played songs I love that they DIDN'T play when they were here last month. Even my "escort" Jamie (a friend of a friend, but I'd referred to him as my male escort, and he loved that), who says he doesn't like them, stood and applauded. My only complaint is that they only played for 45 minutes, instead of the 2 1/2 hours I'm accustomed to.

Okay, shoot me, but I'm not a Neil Young fan. I have tremendous respect for who he is, what he stands for, and what he does... but I don't like his music. I just don't. But he actually played the one song of his that I really DO like -- "Harvest Moon" -- and it was lovely.

But oh my god, I'm tired. It didn't help that we got stuck parking in the shitty lot that seems like it's actually across the bay from the venue. That was a long fucking hike at 1 a.m. My couch is calling me...