Last night Erik and I went out see The Pogues play at House of Blues. For an event that completely turned everyone's plans for Thursday upside down it all turned out okay. Instead of going to dinner before the show with the family, Erik and I ate at Freebirds near our house and I’m pretty sure that’s what made the night start off right, we were able to talk a bit about our days and generally not rush ourselves. It’s so nice when we get a few minutes to ourselves, and we take those minutes where we can. I realized while I was at the show what an old lady I’m becoming. I was ill at the thought of all the split beer on the floor and the mashed up aluminum bottles and cans that those dirty kids were throwing everywhere. I was cringing every time someone screamed out in a drunken fit about what song the band should play next and I didn’t laugh at the fact that the lead singer was so unintelligible, so incomprehensible due to his drunken state that he needed the tin flute player to translate for him. Most of his warbling had something to do with Napoleon from what I did understand. And to think four years ago I was trashed and thrashing around the pit at a Dropkick Murphy show, cheering as my sister climbed onstage to dance with the bassist and break a heel, thinking she was the most amazing person ever; while last night I was pulling my sweater tight around me to make sure the germs don’t touch. I was so glad we had seats up in the balcony; I would have had an epileptic fit if any of the dirty p
unks had come near me. But we did have seats in the balcony. We had lovely seats with a great view of the band from up high and we had waitresses taking orders in the isles and I’ve got to say, THAT is the way to do a concert. The music was a little loud for my ears, but the sound was amazing. There was no feedback, you could hear every instrument and every voice and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I got to sit next to my husband as he watched one of his favorite bands perform and have him squeeze my hand during his favorite songs. If we had floor tickets we wouldn’t have had a night like we did and I’m grateful because last night was just what we needed.
Last night Erik and I went out see The Pogues play at House of Blues. For an event that completely turned everyone's plans for Thursday upside down it all turned out okay. Instead of going to dinner before the show with the family, Erik and I ate at Freebirds near our house and I’m pretty sure that’s what made the night start off right, we were able to talk a bit about our days and generally not rush ourselves. It’s so nice when we get a few minutes to ourselves, and we take those minutes where we can. I realized while I was at the show what an old lady I’m becoming. I was ill at the thought of all the split beer on the floor and the mashed up aluminum bottles and cans that those dirty kids were throwing everywhere. I was cringing every time someone screamed out in a drunken fit about what song the band should play next and I didn’t laugh at the fact that the lead singer was so unintelligible, so incomprehensible due to his drunken state that he needed the tin flute player to translate for him. Most of his warbling had something to do with Napoleon from what I did understand. And to think four years ago I was trashed and thrashing around the pit at a Dropkick Murphy show, cheering as my sister climbed onstage to dance with the bassist and break a heel, thinking she was the most amazing person ever; while last night I was pulling my sweater tight around me to make sure the germs don’t touch. I was so glad we had seats up in the balcony; I would have had an epileptic fit if any of the dirty p
unks had come near me. But we did have seats in the balcony. We had lovely seats with a great view of the band from up high and we had waitresses taking orders in the isles and I’ve got to say, THAT is the way to do a concert. The music was a little loud for my ears, but the sound was amazing. There was no feedback, you could hear every instrument and every voice and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I got to sit next to my husband as he watched one of his favorite bands perform and have him squeeze my hand during his favorite songs. If we had floor tickets we wouldn’t have had a night like we did and I’m grateful because last night was just what we needed.
2 comments:
So happy to hear you ended up having a great evening with your husband AND that you are becoming an amazingly great grown up woman/mommy/wife! I love you.
It IS a great feeling to have an event be even better than you expected. And, yes, it is kind of a downer when we begin to realize we are growing up, maturing or getting older. But it's not a bad thing as long as we can remember to enjoy, have fun, not take ourselves too seriously or become totally grumpy. You are a person we are all happy and priviledged to know, love and be loved by.
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