>In addition to soccer mom, making school lunches, and babies playing with tupperware, we can now add one more thing to the list of things that make me feel like a mom: Sitting at a concert. I mean, I guess I’ve put on a sundress, and unrolled a blanket in the sun at Blossom, or that place in Athens that has the Bob Marley festival. But I think when the music started I got up and danced. I have now experienced the awkward sensation of hearing and seeing one of my favorite bands and just sort of dancing in my seat. It wasn’t pretty.
Last week I was instant messaging my brother and I told him I was thinking of seeing G. Love that night because my friend had an excessive amount of free tickets. He said, “Oh! He’s still around. Cool.” I have to say that took a little bit of the fun out of it. On the other hand, if the free tickets hadn’t clued me in that this G. Love experience would be different from all the others, then that comment should have.
The first song was “The Things That We Used To Do” and I settled back into my seat to remember the things that I used to do. I used to always be within eye contact of G, and he was always checking me out and ignoring Krista and Amy. And after the show, we once ran into him and invited him to stop by our house, but he politely declined. So instead of pushing my way through the crowd to get to the front, I was sneaking into the close seats with my balcony ticket. And then getting thrown out. It seems like once you get to officially be a mom, that you just take your balcony ticket and you sit up there by yourself because you are with two other people and the three of you have three sets of two tickets.
I am not making this sound like as much fun as it was, don’t get me wrong, it was really fun. And once we traded our good seats for balcony seats adjacent to one of our other sets of tickets, it very comfortable. A little loud though…
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