Lead singer: Bono?
Yesterday morning at 6 AM, Sting hiked Camelback Mountain. That's what he told me. I kinda wish I had gone hiking yesterday.
The Police concert was stinkin' fantastic. It was so cathartic to hear one of the greatest bands of all time playing songs, all of which I knew, live and really loud. Really loud, live, amazing music sometimes just makes everything right in the world. Last night scored itself a position in the upper echelon of my Best Concert Experiences Ever. Woot.
{Amy June will appreciate this, I think.} I was fascinated all night with the average thirty-something, baseball-cap-wearing, pot-bellied, married, lyrics-knowing, out-with-the-guys dude in front of us who lit up a joint in the first couple of songs. His buddy--another settled-down, job-having, not-carefree-anymore sort of fellow himself--looked at him with raised eyebrows and a smirk and a you're-smoking-pot? kind of expression. The first guy seemed a little sheepish. Me? I was fascinated. I mean, where did this guy get his goods? It clearly wasn't something he did all the time. What would his wife think? Am I being naive here? Does everyone just smoke pot at concerts, even when they're married and thirty-ish? All in all, the people-watching was quite good. The crowd was all ages, but heavily weighted in the 35-40 range. The tickets were so dang expensive that a lot of younger, maybe cooler fans were eliminated from the people-watching pool.
I thought the stamina of all the bandmembers was impressive. Sting and Stewart Copeland are 55 and 54, respectively, and are both extremely fit. Andy Summers is an old guy at 64. He had a signature move that involved kicking his left leg out sideways really high. He did that a lot. It made me smile.
Gooooooooooooood show.
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Happy birthday to my favorite Aaron in the whole gigantic universe. (As if any other Aaron could even compete. Neville? Eckhart? Uh-uh.) He turned six today and was ecstatic about an "amotic" airplane he got as a present. That's a made up word that really means remote control. We had a good day, but for one minor fitful episode about a swimsuit I wanted him to wear that he thought was too big. That resolved itself when I agreed to let him use his own money to buy another swimsuit, if it was that important to him. It was, and we were close to Wal-Mart, so I was THAT MUCH of a nice mom today that I stepped foot in Wal-Mart to let my 6-year-old son spend his own money on a new swimsuit. He found a nice blue camouflage number that he loves so much, he insisted on wearing it to Red Lobster, the birthday dinner destination of his choice. I didn't make him pick up the tab for dinner.
Six suits Aaron quite well. He's already talking about things that happened, "back when I was 5."
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Aaron is so cool. What 6-year-old would choose Red Lobster out of any restaurant and even eat some sketchy mussels his uncle cooked up? Not many, I tell you.
Abby--loved your comment.
Mom--He's got quite the sense of adventure.
Ange--Could you hear it clearly?
Sarah--He definitely has strong preferences about clothes. He was excited to get a lot of new shirts for his birthday. Elliot would be annoyed.
And Happiest of Birthdays to Aaron! I see he takes after his dad in restaurant choices. Did he say, "Dad, can I get the lobster??"
Emily, thank you thank you! I marvel at your writing, so right back at you, girl.
Aaron's cool too.
I love concerts. Love them. I've rarely been to a concert that didn't make me love the band 100x more. Even with the occasional weirdo pot smokers. The Police sounds so fun!