I feel a teensy-weensy bit like a slacker because I didn’t post yesterday for the 31 for 21 Blog Challenge, but…only a little bit. Although I still had lots of “mom-things” to do yesterday, it was also a day for me to recharge and refocus. Mr. Andi scored last-minute Bon Jovi tickets (free, part of Concerts for the Coast) and I scored a last-minute babysitter (one of Sarah Kate’s CCD teachers from church and an assistant at the PT office who is working on her degree in exercise physiology).
Things didn’t start out well. Mr. Andi was feeling queasy before we even left the house (a rare malady for him, although the fact that he ate a bitter green acorn about an hour earlier *might* have contributed to it), and I wasn’t sure we would make it at all. The couple we were planning to meet up with was clearly on a different timetable than we were, and ultimately we never did see them – probably just as well, as they ended up near the stage and we were comfortably far back (yeah, it honks sometimes to be short). We snagged dinner at a little pizza joint a block off of the beach and debated briefly about whether it might not actually be better just to sit outside the pizza place and listen to the music from there.
Once inside, the entertainment began – and I’m not just talking about the band. We had debated in the car on the way down about what the demographic makeup of the audience might be, and as it turned out, there was no dominant demographic. We saw babies, grandmas (probably even some great-grandmas), and everything in between. We saw some women who looked like they were probably wearing the same get-up (blue eyeshadow included) they wore to see Bon Jovi back in 1987. We saw families. We saw heavily-intoxicated men and women. I was called a b!tch and told that I was f—ing cool (sarcasm) because I dared to suggest to one woman that she walk around the family in front of us, rather than bust through (I mean, hello…they were standing, literally, with shoulders touching, and people were just too lazy or self-involved to walk around). Mr. Andi suggested I not provoke drunk people (good advice, I know, but my marathoning friends don’t call me “Feisty Skirt” for nothing!) We stood near a lady who, like me, had chosen to go gray and not worry about coloring anymore. We saw a man with Down syndrome. We saw a woman with very pointy-toed spikey-heeled boots standing in the sand – her heels were completely buried, which made her shoes look like elf shoes. I honestly don’t think either of us looked up at the stage more than a handful of times.
All in all, it was a really nice evening out with my husband. It’s the first time we’ve really been anywhere alone together since Nathan was born, and we didn’t go out alone often before that. I’m now really looking forward to our anniversary trip to Walt Disney World in February. Mr. Andi may not be all that excited about Disney, but he loves to people watch, and I think that alone will be worth the price of admission.
