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?
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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