You guys, I am beat. Florence + the Machine (including a live harpist!!) didn’t go on until close to 9:45 last night, which meant by the time she was done it was after 11:15, which meant I was stuck waiting for the subway back to Philly from Camden at midnight (during which I kept moaning, “We’re going to be stuck here FOREVER.”), which meant that I didn’t crawl into bed until 12:45. Those of you who know me know I am an 85 year old woman in disguise and that my bedtime is 9:30 on the dot. Every eyelash hurts this morning, that’s how acute my grumpiness is. But it was so worth it! She was amazing, she’s like an ethereal gothic nymph that dances around stage and belts out these powerful notes and holds them for insane amounts of time. I’d liken her to Stevie Nicks meets Queen Elizabeth I on a fun ecstasy trip. The show was far less intimate than the Keane concert, owing to the fact that the venue held something like 4 times the amount of people from that show, but Florence did run (barefoot) around the amphitheater during one song, and made a lap right behind our seats. It was an incredible, incredible show, so theatrical and so intense that at the end I exchanged a hug with the kid in front of us, even though we were complete strangers. Boyfriend didn’t get it, but he did have a good time!
I didn’t end up buying any merch (!? this has never happened!) but only because they were sold out of the tote bag. As a fiscally-conscious individual (don’t snort, it’s true…at least when it comes to my own money) I rarely tend to settle on something until I’ve exhausted all possible leads for a less expensive option. In the case of the Florence + the Machine tote bag, there might not be an alternative, but that’s okay. When it comes to a majority of the other stuff I like/want/need though, there usually is. I almost never buy anything without a coupon code or when it’s not on sale, and my internet search history looks like I have a team of 5 hunting down bargains for me.
Now, as a fiscally-conscious individual who has a big crush on J.Crew, this becomes a frequent series of events. While I’m happy buying my cardigans and arsenal of striped shirts from them, they occasionally go overboard when it comes to some of their products in a completely financially unjustifiable way. When this happens, I’m forced to put on my Internet Squirrel suit (side-note: I totally want to hire some artist to draw me in a squirrel suit, perched in front of my laptop) and uncover alternatives. I call this “Splurge vs. Steal” and in the last post of the same name, it was all about backpacks.