Last night Mike took me to see Bon Iver in Southie. It was the perfect night. We shared a thirteen dollar beer (thirteen dollars!!) and ice cream, swayed to the music, held hands, and smooched cheeks like there was no tomorrow. The band, on the other hand, made my heart flutter. I'm slowly easing into the idea of being 26, and last night, well, last night made age seem like the least of all cares.