This was the sort of weekend that's good for the soul. My joy was found less in the much anticipated Snow Patrol/Ok Go/Silversun Pickups concerts than in recovering some little piece of me that's gone by the wayside recently. It was good to be relaxed, joyous, unrushed, and surrounded by good people. The effect was immediately noticeable as I went in to work on Sunday and was actually in a sunny mood for a change. Nice to be myself again.

I'm interested by the way that concert venue seems to have dictated demographics. For the Snow Patrol show at the 9:30 Club, Jenny and I had been fairly representative of the crowd. At Bender Arena Carla, Bryan, and I were a little older than the crowd. Since it was on a college campus, most of the attendees seemed to be undergrads. The real shock came at the Tweeter Center when Jenny and I appeared to be nearly a decade older than most of the other concert goers. That was strange. At 25 and 26 neither of us should really ever feel old. Of course, this led me to wonder: Am I still allowed to love Snow Patrol and eagerly await their next album if they've now been adopted by the teenagers of South Jersey? What does this mean for the fragile balance of my world? I'm not sure how I feel about arena shows either. Definitely prefer smaller venues.

Saturday was additionally spent tooling around Philadelphia. Jenny and I had never been, so it was an excellent opportunity to soak in some history...or visit a brewery... Any guesses which we chose? What struck me about the area was that it pointed out exactly what's lacking in DC. This sounds strange to say, but Philly's just more real. People, places, and things are local, interesting, and authentic in a way that DC can't seem to emulate. It felt like the kind of place where I could belong. Good to have another option.