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Let’s Party or Let’s Sleep?

When I was twenty years old, I used to go to bars to see rock bands that started playing at 12:30am.

Thirty plus years later now, I can’t imagine doing that again. But, when my husband and I learned one of our favorite bands was coming to a bar in town, I started imagining. Could I? Should I?

Maybe since the band members were older, just like us, they’d start earlier than they used to, like around 8:00 or 8:30pm.

When we checked into buying tickets, we learned their start time was at 10:30pm. Not as bad as 12:30am, but late for us . . . ahem, mature people. The bar was a 50-minute drive into the city. Was it really that important? Wouldn’t I rather be curled up on a warm sofa watching all the weekday shows I DVR’d for the weekend? Or, have a Netflix marathon? This way, when it got late, I could fall asleep and then easily shuffle into the bedroom for the night.

My husband and I really love this band. I think he even likes them slightly more than I do. We’d seen them twice when we lived in Florida. So, would we really be missing out on anything since we’d seen them before?

The guy who pulled me on stage. See date for clothing style.

I had flashbacks of when I used to rock all night long and get home when the sun came up. Once, the lead singer (of a different band), pulled me on stage to dance just like Courtney Cox with Bruce Springsteen. Except, my lead singer was better looking than Bruce.

Those days are over. I still go to rock concerts at stadiums, which start earlier, but a bar? Late at night? Umm . . . I’m mature now. I don’t need to rock out at a bar to prove I’m still young.

This band my husband and I like is a talented bunch of musicians who write very optimistic songs. I love how uplifted and inspired I feel from their music. I even posted once about how they cheer me up. Did I really want to miss out on that music live in concert?

Six weeks ago when we learned they were coming, we discussed buying tickets but never did.

On Saturday when the date arrived, there were still tickets available. Should we go?

Yep, we went at the last minute. At first when we walked in before they started, I felt out of place, like I didn’t belong. Boy, have times changed for me.

However, once the band started, I fell right back into old patterns. And, guess what?

The lead singer (the guy pointing) came down off the stage and talked to me! Then everyone else got in the way with their selfies and I wasn’t able to get one.

We got home at 1:00am, and I was wound up. Couldn’t even sleep. I only had two drinks. Maybe one more would’ve helped.

Have you ever talked yourself into doing something that you thought you wouldn’t enjoy but then had a great time?

P.S. First band: Fayrewether from Cleveland. Second band: Sister Hazel from Tampa.

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Time Machine

Driving around town, my car turned into a time machine and reversed me back 20 years … 25 years … mall_entrance (800x553)30 years … 35 years.  Stop!

There she is, standing in front of her old stomping grounds at the mall. The Triumph song rings in her head , “She’s young now, she’s wild now, she wants to be free … “ They wrote that song about her. She’s sure of it.

Her boyfriend drives up. She climbs into his 1975 Toyota Corolla where the stereo speakers blare, Jukebox Hero.

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What Makes You Smile?

Today I’m continuing with my happiness theme from Friday.

For a few months now I’ve been wanting to write a blog about what makes us smile. I don’t mean a quick smile to someone on the street, or even a hearty laugh, but the kind where you feel joy right down to your core.

I’m going to try an experiment of sorts. I’m going to share something that makes me smile in this blog post. If anyone else does a blog post about what makes them smile, then links to this post, I will post another blog (next Monday, July 8th) with something else that makes me smile and link back to them. Maybe we can spread the happiness.

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Rockin’ in Paradise

Those of you who have read me before, know that I’m a rocker chick. A rocker chick without any tattoos, and who doesn’t go after the rock boys (at least not in a few decades).

Rock music has got me in a strangle hold, baby, and I’m going to keep on lovin’ it because this weekend I was rockin’ in paradise. In case you didn’t recognize that sentence, there are three different song titles in it from three different bands.

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Rebellious No More

music02_1 fdpBack in the day (you know, in the early 80’s), my high school/college friends and I thought we were youthful rebels with our rock music.

I’ve always been someone who couldn’t pretend that I liked something if I didn’t, and I didn’t just like rock music, I loved it. I used to say, “I don’t care how old I get, I’ll always be a rocker.” All the while thinking that rock was only for young people, and I planned to be rocking with a wrinkly ass at age eighty-five.

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