Last night I rocked out to the Eagles. Well. Not the ACTUAL Eagles, but a really good band that sounded just like the Eagles. I stepped outside my normal, humdrum, square life and went to a concert with my big guy. He was so excited. Our daughter and her husband dropped us off at the door. Our friends, who met us there, gave us a hard time, saying “It used to be that our parents dropped us off at the door….now your kids are dropping you off at the door.” He was right. After finding our seats, which were perfect may I say, 3rd row in the balcony dead center. I started people watching right away. I quickly surmised that the average age in the room was again 50! It’s really fun to watch a room full of 50 somethings rock out to a band that 35 years ago they were jumping up and down, screaming and singing at the top of their lungs. These adults, now all sat in their seats, heads bobbing, and reminiscent smiles on their faces as they mouthed the words to Take It Easy and Desperado. I felt pretty cool sitting next to my big guy, as he sang every song, word for word. Truth is, 35 years ago we wouldn’t have been together at an Eagles concert. He was too cool and I was about a million miles from cool. After intermission, The Black Jacket Symphony returned to the stage to play the Eagles greatest hits. I am happy to say I knew most of the songs….but not necessarily all the words. Near the end of the concert, people were finally getting a little rowdy….maybe because they had had time to loosen up from drinking, and things were really getting cranked, when the band finally finished their last song. I was again amused by the orderly and quick manner everyone exited the theatre at 10:30pm, possibly a late night for most! Uber and Lyft vehicles were waiting outside, people laughed and swayed as they left, enjoying the moment of reliving their youth jamming at a rock concert.
Our daughter and her husband pulled up to the sidewalk and opened the doors for us to get in….”Did you crazy kids have fun?” they laughed. “We did!” we quickly responded, just like two teenagers.
On the ride home we talked about the songs, the people and memories of certain songs. Then I told my sweet man, “I’ve loved coming to the concerts with you. I kind of felt like I was one of the cool people for a change. But, I’ll be honest with you, I’m not coming to hear Led Zeppelin in January.” He laughed and said, “I wasn’t even going to ask?” He knows me.