>More Momification for MetaMegan

>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…

Photo Credit: soboclassifieds


11 thoughts on “>More Momification for MetaMegan

  1. Anonymous

    >Uh, MetaMegan…, I was going to comment that growing up means you never want to go to a Browns game when it’s 50 below again, but after Zilla’s comment, I think I’ll just quietly slink away…..

  2. SoBo Classifieds

    >Oh so true…and oh so sad. 🙂 but what can I say except: “it was fun to be parked in one of those three illegal seats next to you.” that was the really crazy part, eh?

  3. Meta Megan

    >Danielle – you know best how different this was from the olden days! Laura – Maybe Madonna will end early and all your stress will be for nothing.LOL Zilla/AnonymousdadS.C. – updated to include a photo credit! Sorry I forgot to include that. I guess I shouldn’t try to blog while I am watching Gossip Girl. (Did I say somewhere that I had matured? I guess not.) Next time I’ll be organized enough to take the bus and have that second drink.

  4. Keetha

    >(I’m visiting from NaBloPoMo – )A couple of years ago some friends and I went to a Motley Crue concert. I think we were going to re-live our misspent youth. Not so much, though. It was on a Sunday night, we had to be at work the next day — it just wasn’t quite the same somehow!

  5. Beth

    >Umm, I think he was checking ME out when we went to the G love show back in 97. (What?) Do remember how funny his pants looked?

  6. JCH

    >Megs,Sorry for ruining the experience and making you feel old. Sitting at a concert though, that is an important step. Email me when you start wearing elastic waisted jeans.

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