What do you get when you take 8 friends to see Def Leppard on a random Wednesday night? A WHOLLY good time, a sore throat, exhaustion and elation.
Notes and Questions about the night:
*There are some still trying to rock a mullet. Why?
*I have not smelled that much beer in one place since I used to go dancing every week at Retrix.
*Ann Wilson (Heart was also playing...) may be old, but she can still BELT it even if she just rocks it a little more gently.
*When they started into These Dreams (Heart), I was transported back to 6th grade, magically.
*When are rock stars too old to rock? For the record? Joe Elliott is not there yet.
*The two drunk couples (and I mean DRUUUUUUUNNNNNNKKKKK) in front of us were so disturbing in ways I can't describe. Well, except creepy and lech-y. And fearing they wouldn't make it up the incline when it was over. Thanks to the kind (had no choice) people who propped them up on the way out. Here's hoping they took a taxi!
*There was a little boy, probably around 10ish, a couple of rows up from us. Head and hand going the entire time, belting the words. He was adorable and I kept thinking that will be Sammy in a few years, rocking with the parents. And made me pretty excited to go with my sister when she takes my nephew to his first concert in a couple of months. EEEEEEE! Ticket came last week.
*They played this song, which I have not heard in 20 years, and I was suddenly transported to high school. Not one specific memory, but the totality of it. It was the strangest of sensations - memories being forced back to consciousness.
(rock on)
It was a great night with friends. We all had a good time, I think. Even if my camera's battery was exhausted and we all had J-O-Bs to get back to and could have rocked a *little* bit earlier...
It was worth it just to hear that many people singing this at the top of lungs. Awesome.
For whatever reason, when we moved here, Isaac and I got it into our heads that we needed leather furniture. So we bought a couch and matching two chairs. In our old house? It was the perfect set (READ: rarely sat on).
It was fine for the random, not family room worthy, type guest and the occasional, heat escaping time to read evening, but we never really USED it. When we moved into THIS house, the furniture went downstairs and we started using it a little more often. But we both noticed we still favored the purple couch in the upstairs family room. It was just more...comfortable. Cozy. Non-sweaty. Earlier this year, it was pointless to keep denying it. We both hated our furniture! Me, granted, a little more. But I've been itching, ever since, to sell it and buy something new.
So now, well, we have a red couch.
And a beigey-yellow chaise.
That I LOVE. More than anything. I'm not even remotely kidding. I love that thing. It's the most perfect article of furniture ever created and I'm so happy we bought it. It has been declared "Tawnya's chair" and WOE unto he who sits there instead.
I can't believe we sucked it up so long with the uncomfortable furniture. I also can't believe what a difference it makes in our living room. The feel is just so completely changed. Now, one more chair of some sort to replace the last leather standing and we'll be good. As soon as I remember to list the other set for sale...
