I had the best time last night. I took #2 son to a real, live, genuine rock concert. I mean a REAL rock concert. No freaky costumes. No other-worldly makeup. No choreographed dance routine. It was all about the music. We went to see Styx and Boston.
It was fantastic. It was mind-numbingly loud. I think it shook my internal organs loose. My ears are still ringing. But the music was out of this world. The crowd was huge, and an interesting mix of 55 year old guys with pony tails and kids in their teens and twenties who weren't even born when this music was on the charts. The concert lasted three and a half hours.
The best part of the whole night was the fact that it was just me and #2 son. Wife didn't want to go, not really interested in a rock concert. Not her speed. (Not usually my speed either. But Styx and Boston? Holy cow!) She wasn't there to control us, tell us what we wanted to do, and drag us down into her pit of pessimism and negativity. If she'd been there, she'd have spent the evening complaining that it was too loud, and we'd have left before it was over. What a gift it was to spend a night with my boy, having a great time, and without her.