After a night of rigorous physical “activity” on Friday, I awoke on Saturday barely able to move. Oh my back hurt! I’ve gotten to the point in which I can tell if it is “over used” or simply “out of whack”. This was the latter, and I tried rolling my spine on the exercise ball as well as other things to help manipulate it back into place. Nothing worked. I sat all day Saturday, barely moving, watching tv from my recliner. And finally, around 5:00 , I gave in and took a vicodin-my last one. Going back to the recliner, I bent to comfort Mordecai (who is currently missing Holly). POP! All better. Just like that. You have no idea how frustrating it is not to know exactly how that happens!! But I had taken the vike for nothing. Boo.
Anyway, my phone rings and it’s my younger brother. This isn’t unusual. He uses us for business, sometimes a babysitter, or just to say hi. He asks how I am and what I’m doing. “Oh, I’m just sitting here playing a game and just chilling. My back hurt for most of the day.” Then he said some wonderful words….
“I called to see if you wanted to see Soundgarden with me tonight.”
“Hell yeah!” “Great, I’ll see you in about half an hour.”
I pulled myself together in record time and managed to annoy Hubs in the process. “You sat all day in pain and suddenly your brother calls and like magic, you can move!” It almost felt that way. I promised to be careful, not to dance too much, not to drink too much and come right home -just like I did with my dad years ago!
Dan was already fired up. He admitted that I was the third phone call but I didn’t give a shit. My son and I had both been disappointed when we learned the show had been sold out. Now I was going.
OMG! It was a fantastic show. Chris Cornell hit every high note without fail. He went onstage at 8:30 and never stopped for two solid hours. It was a great mix of the new singles with a generous portion of his older ones. We sang along, danced and had a helluva great time.
This particular brother and I are the eldest and youngest of my parents’ kids and we have never gone out to do something like this. The fact that we bonded over a concert was awesome. He didn’t know that I could be fun and I didn’t know he even heard half of the songs.
“Chris, I’m so glad you came out with me tonight. I had such a great time. The next time something like this goes on, I’m calling you first.”
Sounds good to me. We are already making plans for the next night out!!
This weekend I spent an overnight with my friends Rainbow Bright and My Little Pony. If you look closely, you can see the package of Depends that was needed due to the “over flowing” laughter and the Kleenex that was needed for the tears of sadness for the friends who weren’t there with us. We had a blast.
After an hours drive, we got to Rainbow’s place and brought the rain with us. But that was okay. We spent the afternoon drinking (but not Rainbow), laughing, chatting and did I mention laughing? The rain finally stopped and the sun came out for a gorgeous evening and we had a bite to eat. Afterwards, we headed out to the Musicfest which in a neighboring town. We hopped aboard a shuttle bus which took us from the parking lot to the venue. We met Tommy the bus driver who, as it turned out had known Rainbow from her days as a bartender! Small world!
There were many types of food that ranged from gyros and hotdogs to deep-fried scrapple to roasted seasoned corn on the cob. Alcoholic beverages were also there and I managed a Southern Comfort Hurricane. YUMMY! We saw the craft tents, managed a port-a-potty in the dark (what an adventure that was!) and the music! I heard a group called “Brother” from Australia who played tunes with a bagpipe and a diggerydoo!! We also heard a Latin band and Rainbow did the ‘coolie’ dance. And then, the bus ride home…….
In the fully loaded bus, Rainbow introduced Tommy the bus driver to all of the passengers and began to lead the entire bus in sing-a-longs! And I really must tell you all, that she did not have a drop to drink…really! At first the other riders, thought she had just been over indulging but they finally relaxed and joined in with the hijinks. We sang “Double Dutch Bus”, “Darling Nikki” and “Rapper’s Delight” before we reached the parking lot. As everyone piled into their own cars, they all honked their horns and we waved goodbye to our ‘stranger’ friends.
We got back late-ish, did some jello shots and hopped into the pool for a midnight swim and then stayed up talking and laughing even more. Finally, around 4 am, I slept……Only to be awakened by the telephone at 7:30! I got up, made coffee and sat in the back room watching the sun burn the morning mist off the mountain. It was glorious.
By 10am, I was famished and I needed some food. So we went out to John’s Plain and Fancy Diner for some nourishment. It was so fancy it had chandeliers….seriously!
We went home with our breakfast babies, stuffed like ticks, so we decided to just be lazy, floating in the pool. This is the view from the raft:
But this day in Shangri-la, like all good things, had to come to an end. Eventually, My Little Pony and I had to go back to our own lives as wives and mothers. We were done being carefree girls at least for this visit. Upon getting home, I couldn’t wait to sleep because, though I may have acted like it, I am not a young girl any more. I was a tired and achy woman who felt every one of her forty-seven years!!
Son2 has been going to concerts since about the age of 12. His best friend’s older brothers would take him and Mat to see bands like Korn. Finally Son1 and his friends were old enough to drive and they would take Son2 along. Somewhere along the way, Son2 became brave. He entered a mosh pit and a monster was born.
Every time he left the house to see a show, my heart would be in my throat until I heard his key in the door. He would come home with an impressive array of scrapes, scratches, bruises and once or twice, teethmarks.
Finally, this past year he decided that he-in his own words-“was too old for this shit.” He gave up mosh pits and crowd surfing. Since he lacks health insurance, this was a smart move.
He has been injured more since giving up this shit. Just last July, his nose was broken. On Friday night, his lip was split by a drunk who was aiming for someone else. But last week, what was almost a misadventure ended up being a night to remember.
Son2 went to see one of his favorite bands, The Dillinger Escape Plan. He arrived early enough to stake out a spot directly in front of the stage. They came out with their pyrotechnics and their grindingly loud music. Son2 sang along with the songs.
Suddenly, a surge began toward the front of the stage. My boy leaned back and braced his legs against the stage trying to keep the crowd from crushing those in front. This maneuver worked and the tide eased up allowing security to do their job. But while he was braced, someone pushed my son’s butt and back from below and he was lifted.
“Mom, I was lifted into position to crowd surf and my first thought was “oh shit! I don’t wanna do this!” I turned my head to yell at the guys below me and I suddenly felt the front of my shirt get grabbed.”
The lead singer had reached down into the crowd, grabbed my son’s shirt, and pulled him onstage!!!
Thrusting the microphone in front of my son, he said, “I watched you singing along and then I saw what you did. Come join us.”
And he did. For an entire set my son was the lead singer for Dillinger Escape Plan! I WAS METALMOM FOR REAL!!!!
Because these things tend to get crazy, my son and his friends leave their cell phones in the car. Too many of them have been smashed and lost in the mayhem.
NO ONE WAS ABLE TO TAKE A PICTURE OR VIDEO OF THIS!!!!!!
My son feels confident that eventually something will show up on YouTube or My Space. I am hoping and praying that this is true.
Son2 deserves to have a record of his night in the spotlight.
When we last met, Metalmom was riding the day away at high speed…..
I did more than just ride the rides, ya know. I saw lots of interesting things:
Like the dorky goth kids dressed in long black pants and long sleeved shirts in 90 degree weather….
Like the chick who had a purple kool-aid dye-job in her hair, went on a water ride and then had purple dripping down her forehead and neck….
Like the redneck covered in tattoos, wearing a NASCAR shirt, dragging his kids saying “Ya’ll hurry on up ‘fore I take yore sorry asses back to granny’s. I’ll give ya sumpin’ to cry ’bout, I’ll tell you what!”
And then there were animals.
We are posing with “Duke” the Budweiser Clydesdale. Isn’t he a beauty? Those horses were huge and so gentle. He even bent down low so a little kid could pet him- Without being told to!
These horse shoes should give you an idea of just how big they actually are! (And you know what they say about “big shoes”….)
We saw grey wolves and heard them howling. It was so cool. But it was an incredibly eerie sound too.
There were about three American Bald Eagles that we could see. I was a bit surprised at how big these birds actually are!
And there were parrots too. They came right over to where we were standing and began to pose. There were others but they moved so often, that most of my pictures blurred.
So yeah, Metalmom went out of her way to enjoy strolling along with Hubs just looking at the animals and marvelling at their beauty. This was pretty tame, and to me, “theme park” and “tame” just never seemed to mesh. However, I really enjoyed this.
There was something else that I liked (that I really expected to just tolerate)
My friends, these are the Four Tops. Now, I did grow up hearing their music played frequently. But that was my parents’ music. To me they were the “oldies”. I’m far too cool to listen to them!
But my Hubs likes loves the moldies oldies. He has the oldie channels pre-programmed into the car and work trucks. He watches the reunion specials on TV whenever they are on. When I heard that the Four Tops were going to be at Busch Gardens at the same time we were there, I knew that we had to go. I prepared myself to smile through clenched teeth just to show my man how much I love him.
And then it happened.
They came out and sang. At first, my toe tapped. And then my head bobbed a little. Eventually I began to sway in my seat. Finally I STOOD UP IN THE AISLE AND DANCED!
(*Can someone revive the reader who just passed out?)
They put on a great show for older guys. It was hot as hell. But they were so cool that I could barely see a glimmer of sweat on their foreheads. They were like Fonzie and we all know that Fonzie is cool!
It was the best theme park vacation I’ve had in like…….FOR-EV-AH!
And now……for your listening pleasure…..I give you….The Four Tops!!!
Son2 had gone to see the Warped Tour, an all day music fest of several different groups. He had fun, got very tan, only had two beers (he stuck to water because of the heat) Around 4:00, he was observing the mosh pit. Someone fell in front of him and he reached down to help him up. As he started to stand up, he was struck in the face by someone else’s forearm.
As blood gushed from his face, he was assisted to the first aid tent where he was told “Dude, it’s broke. You need to get that set.”
At 5:15, I was informed of this facial deformity BY TEXT! I freaked out and waited for him to get home. I saw my baby’s beautiful face which now had a nose pointing to the left. No swelling, no difficulty breathing. But I still said “Dude, it’s broke. You need to get that set.”
We went to the hospital and waited. And were treated to the mess that was Motormouth Man. (I will tell you all about him when I get home! He is a whole post unto himself!) After an hour and a half in the waiting room, Son2 was taken for x-rays. He returned and hour later. At 11:30 pm, the doctor entered the room and informed us, “Dude, it’s broke.You need to get that set.”
He will join us for the beginning of vacation. Later in the week, he will return with Hubs to see an ear/nose/throat man to have the nose mushed back into place. He informed us that it really looks bad but he is honestly having no pain.
The mosh pit injuries have always been my fear for him. He works out his aggressions there as do countless others. I always tell him “Be careful in the pit” as he leaves the house. I didn’t say it yesterday. (I know!! It’s not my fault!) But according to him, he feels like it’s time to give them up. He wasn’t even in the pit! He was watching, and was in the right place at the right time to help someone else’s child from possible injury. He was being the hero for once. And his nose got broken for his efforts. *Sigh* (I’m still proud of him for that though)
So that was my Friday night. The action never stops over here. Today will be our last chats until next week. I don’t need any more action!
In roughly 44 hours, I’m supposed to be checking into the motel for a week of relaxation. Note-I said supposed to be. Son2 just texted me that while in the mosh pit of the Warped Tour, he had his nose broken.
Me: Are you sure it’s broken?
Him: Mom, I look like fucking Owen Wilson! First Aid said go to the hospital and have it rebroken and set. Will you set it for me?
What the fuck am I?? Florence fucking Nightingale??
Oh yeah…..Son2 is the one with NO INSURANCE!
Nose-fractured. Set?-No. Apparently no one in a hospital knows how to set a broken nose. We are leaving for vacation as planned. Son2 and Hubs will come back early to see an ENT so that he can have the nose set (after the swelling goes down.) What a night!
I saw George Carlin last night. That man can still bring down the house! I laughed so hard my sides and cheeks still hurt! It was a great night out with my boys.
Afterwards, we went out to a place nearby called Durty Nellie’s for a beer or two. Or three. Okay, a few. And a mango shot.(Whatever that is) It was thrust at me by my son who said “I promise-you’ll love it!” He didn’t lie.
Anyway, I just got up. I’m going back to bed after I brush the funk out of my mouth. My head is pounding and I think I’m still drunk.
I have been to a few concerts. Not many, but a few. Most were because Hubs made the choice to see someone with his friends and I agreed to go along. Seriously. We saw a few concerts, and for the life of me I can’t remember getting past the opening acts.(It was 1980-83). But I do remember seeing Jerry Garcia-Acoustically and solo! It is etched in my mind (8th row, center) We also saw Genesis every year at Thanksgiving for about 5 years. They always did an amazing show!
I think that at about this point-5 years into our marriage-Hubs and I came to a musical fork in the road. He preferred Bruce Springsteen and Billy Joel, while I had a thing for the Ramones, the Police and the Sex Pistols. We also had two little boys. Needless to say, we started going to fewer and fewer shows until we stopped altogether.
Flash Forward-2003. Son1 is now 23 and for my birthday he got tickets to see Aerosmith.Just him and his mom! (Here’s the part where you say ‘aww’) We saw Kid Rock open for Run-DMC who segued into ‘Walk This Way’ with Aerosmith. This was the night I learned that I could stand on a fold-up seat, in heels, and dance. Awesome doesn’t describe it!
We had so much fun that we did it again the next year. Only this time we went with Dave and Katie. Dave grew up three doors away from us and Katie was his new bride. Three days before the concert I had rotator cuff surgery(shoulder) and we didn’t know if the doctor would let me go, but he was an Aerosmith fan too, so he said,”See ya there!” Well, since we waited so long to get our tickets, we got seats in the nosebleed section-also known as the ‘loser’ seats.But it was better than no seat at all, right?
Luckily for us, one of Katie’s bridesmaids worked in the ticket booth. She called Katie’s cell phone to tell us she had an upgrade for us. It was a little to the left of the stage but at least it wasn’t the worst seat in the house. We ran, because the show was starting and OH MY GOD!!! We were in the front row–right next to a ramp! During the show, Steven fucking Tyler and Joe Perry both used this ramp.!!I was in hea-ven! At one point I begged my son to grab half of my shirt so I could flash Steven but Son1 gagged and screamed,”NO!” Dave offered to help a girl out, but then Katie gagged and screamed,”NO!” So, no boobs. RATS! But I did get to see those sexy guys thisclose.
Now Son2 is afraid that if I go to a concert with him I’ll try flashing again or maybe I’d try going into the mosh pit. That’s one thing I know I’m too old for. But I’d still like to go. I’m not using a walker or depends yet, so ya never know. I never say never.