Girls Night out! (and I am not a hipster)

It has been F O R E V E R since I have been to a concert. (Unless you count the Christmas concert at school my kids sang at.) So, when Dana suggested we go to the Arcade Fire concert, I was  A L L over it. (bonus points! They wanted you to dress up!)
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I'll confess, I was a bit worried though, knowing the high concentration of hipsters that would be attending the concert with us.

I am not a hipster.

Not even a little bit.

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And what does one wear to a hipster concert? Is it not hipster to not know? (i am so lame)
Dress shopping?

 Let's just say the long winter has not been good on the skin, ok? 

As our wonderful sales lady brought in dress after dress, I began to question her motives. I don't know if she thought she was being helpful, but I don't think I have shown as much skin as some of those dresses she brought in exposed since I was...well...never. 

And what is with the figure skating style dresses? Pretty? Yes, but I HAVE THIGHS. THIGHS. 

 Once THAT awesomeness was over, we immediately headed out and bought ourselves licorice and salty snacks to lick our wounds.

(D-girl takes amazing photos)

Concert?  We had a blast! I didn't see anything, but it sounded good. (Any other short person out there think they should have a section for those 5'3" and under? I mean, I think we found every 6'+ person out there to stand by.)

Can I just say?

I needed the night out. Although the hipsters smiled kindly down at me? I think I jumped up and down just as well as them.  (even Dana said so)

Then we got tacos from Taco Bell at midnight. Because we are hip like that, we can stay up past midnight, yo.

Seriously. I need a life (and a nap, please, please, a nap.)