Well, the concert was a blast. It was the most ridiculous amount of fun and music and dancing I’ve had in a while. I’m not really one to not enjoy a concert- I love the music from where ever I am and am a big believer in the cheap seats. However, after being in the thirteenth row last night, I highly recommend it. It’s almost like you forget about the 50,000 other people behind you. Almost.
And, I gotta say, I’m amazed by a sixty-one year old man that can pack an arena and rock out like that for over two hours, including two encores. That’s worth my zombie-like state today, of this I’m certain.
I made friends, though, with a lot of the crowd around me. My friend and I (she ten years older than me) were the only people in sight under 40. For this we received a lot of ridicule. When the lady to my left pulled out her Bob Seger ticket stub from 1977, Toledo, Ohio and the lady to our right showed us her tour t-shirt from Summer 1986, we were both asked what we were doing in those years. My, you should have seen the looks when I said “well, in ‘77 I had yet to be conceived and in the summer of ‘86, I was basking in the glow of Kindergarten graduation.”
They were seriously doubting I even knew how to spell Bob Seger, much less had any idea of what the music would be. I, of course, proved them wrong when three lines into Roll Me Away the lady to my left and I had one arm around one another and the other waving in the air together, singing along. Ah, the power of music!
Now I am more than sufficiently tired and, lo and behold, endlessly lucky because I’m taking off work early today on a SUPER secret mission. A mission so important and secret and confidential I can reveal not a detail. The only thing I can say is I’m not going to Katmandu. Not yet, anyway.
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