The past week I saw some great nostalgic performances from bands of the 80s and 90s. First was a Train concert, with guest musicians Jewel and Blues Traveler. Second was this past Saturday, a concert of the best 80s hair bands: Motley Crue, Deff Leppard, Joan Jett and Poison. The latter I even took Ella to the concert to expose her to the dying age (IMO) of rock. As I am still recovering from my antics of Saturday night, I reflect on the passing of time, the fine line we walk in life, and to just say Fuck it, YOLO.

The Train Concert was amazing, I went with a girlfriend and had an amazing time, jamming to my inner adolescence and enjoyment of late 90s music. Jewel was an amazing performer, she was thoughtful and hilarious. Blues Traveler pulled out all the stops and did not disappoint. When Train came on, I yipped with glee and little girl excitement. They were amazing, and simply just straight up entertaining. Every song I sang and lingered on every word. Jumping and singing my little young heart out. We enjoyed completely automated bar drinks, mixed on demand from a machine that dispensed strange concoctions. It was amazing to me the first place I have seen completely credit card only, no cash accepted at a venue. it happened to be a concert on a Sunday evening, so I did my best to recoup the next day, only to remember that late nights alone have the ability to mess with my following day.

The Stadium tour of the 80s music the following weekend I was so amped up about. In my excitement, I unfortunately partied to hard to quickly, and have short memories of my time at the concert, albeit a large bruise on my ass from stumbling on the wet stairs. (Disclaimer: if you bring your kids to a concert, like I did, make sure to have a wingman). Fortunately, I got home unscathed due to my girlfriends taking good care. Not only did I pay for it the rest of the long weekend, I realized the stupidity and nonsensical nature of my actions. Regardless, ok I got a little crazy…but I had fun. Ella even says she had fun! Next concert I bring her to hopefully it isnt rained out and I keep my wits about me. As my best friend Paige would say, I am a walking hazard. She tried to teach me years ago my happy point in college, I never learned how to master that skill. Luckily, I am mostly but bruised, literally, embarrassed, but all the while I can die in piece, knowing that Ella still considers me a “cool mom” LOL.

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