Buttercream or Dave Grohl?
My wonderful husband has listened to me whine about how I wasted all of my opportunities to see good live music while we lived in California. I really should have gone out more. With probably 2 or 3 shows a week that I would have been interested in seeing, I can count on my fingers the number of times we went to a concert in the eight years that we lived there. Wasted!!
So, Jake signed up for some of my favorite artists newsletters in hopes that if they ever play close to us, we can make it to the show. Well, the Foo Fighters played last Monday in Wilkes-Barre (no, I don't know how to say it) and we got the kids settled in at Grandpa and Grandma's house and hit the road. It was unseasonably hot in the 80's on our way down and all I kept wondering was, "Am I going to feel old during this concert?" I really wasn't sure how I would feel. I knew the Foo Fighters would make me want to dance, sing and maybe even bang my head a little but aren't I past that? I mean, I have CHILDREN. I tried not to obsess about it too much and turned my thoughts to other things. Like the cake decorating class I dropped out of in order to go to the Foo Fighters concert. My friend emailed me and asked "So you mean, learning how to make roses out of buttercream isn't more important than Dave Grohl?" Do I seriously have to choose? Buttercream or Dave Grohl? I just couldn't decide.
We arrived after the opening band and about 10 minutes before the concert. I was nervous that I would want to stand up and dance but wouldn't have the conviction to do it if people around me were sitting down. No one wants to be that one person standing alone, pumping your fist in the air. Luckily, as soon as the band came rip roaring on stage and blasting through their first song, everyone around us was standing, dancing, singing and fist pumping.
The band was awesome and one of the most energetic performances that I have ever seen. They barely missed a beat and played tons of songs. Dave Grohl is kind of a corn dog as far as rockers go. I think that is why I like him. Makes me feel like I have a chance. I enjoyed his jokes and his screaming. We danced the whole night and sang along as loud as we could.
I left with my ears ringing, my throat hoarse and the realization that I don't have to choose between buttercream and Dave Grohl or being a mom and dancing at a concert. I like it all.
So, Jake signed up for some of my favorite artists newsletters in hopes that if they ever play close to us, we can make it to the show. Well, the Foo Fighters played last Monday in Wilkes-Barre (no, I don't know how to say it) and we got the kids settled in at Grandpa and Grandma's house and hit the road. It was unseasonably hot in the 80's on our way down and all I kept wondering was, "Am I going to feel old during this concert?" I really wasn't sure how I would feel. I knew the Foo Fighters would make me want to dance, sing and maybe even bang my head a little but aren't I past that? I mean, I have CHILDREN. I tried not to obsess about it too much and turned my thoughts to other things. Like the cake decorating class I dropped out of in order to go to the Foo Fighters concert. My friend emailed me and asked "So you mean, learning how to make roses out of buttercream isn't more important than Dave Grohl?" Do I seriously have to choose? Buttercream or Dave Grohl? I just couldn't decide.
We arrived after the opening band and about 10 minutes before the concert. I was nervous that I would want to stand up and dance but wouldn't have the conviction to do it if people around me were sitting down. No one wants to be that one person standing alone, pumping your fist in the air. Luckily, as soon as the band came rip roaring on stage and blasting through their first song, everyone around us was standing, dancing, singing and fist pumping.
The band was awesome and one of the most energetic performances that I have ever seen. They barely missed a beat and played tons of songs. Dave Grohl is kind of a corn dog as far as rockers go. I think that is why I like him. Makes me feel like I have a chance. I enjoyed his jokes and his screaming. We danced the whole night and sang along as loud as we could.
I left with my ears ringing, my throat hoarse and the realization that I don't have to choose between buttercream and Dave Grohl or being a mom and dancing at a concert. I like it all.
I've learned that 6 Margaritas takes away any sort of inhibition in regard to being the only one dancing...haha, glad you had fun & omg, what's going to be better to pass on to your grandkids, buttercream roses or that you rocked out at a concert? Yeah...Congrats to the sister of the newly engaged! XO
NEVER too old to bang the "old" {ha ha } head. Glad you had fun. Too old? I think not