You know you're old when you leave a rock concert before the main act ends.
Last month, my brother won tickets to see Canadian rock band Bedouin Soundclash at a local charity event. He kindly asked me if I would like to go with him. I told him I would love to go even though it has been years since I've been to a concert. I just couldn't pass up an opportunity to see this band for the first time. And besides, a night out away from the kids would do me some good.
Mr. A picked me up at 7pm on Friday night, and we headed down to The Docks where the concert was held. It's a relatively small and intimate venue but with a perfect view of the Toronto skyline. When we arrived, my brother scanned the line that had already formed outside the club. Being forty-something, he was becoming too self-conscious about his age.
"Look at all the young people. One look at me, they might think I'm your father."
As we lined up; received our wrist-bands and passed through security, I told him not to worry about it and just enjoy the evening. Inside, we made our way to the stage; it was standing room only and for the next two hours we watched the two opening acts. We were particularly impressed with Charlie Winston - a talented British musician. He rocked!
I enjoyed the music, and the festive atmosphere. However, I was wary of the three young fellows in front of us. You could say they had one too many beers, and were very intoxicated. I affectionately called them "the three stooges". Mr. A said they were harmless but I couldn't avoid the awkward situation when one of the guys wanted to shake my hand. Reluctantly, I shook his hand and then maneuvered away from him!
It was almost 11pm when Bedouin Soundclash took the stage. At this point, a larger crowd appeared, and the mood shifted to a heightened state of musical ecstasy. We watched and listened for the next half hour but when Mr. A let out a wide yawn - a sign to go home. Besides, I was tired standing for three hours, occasionally going on tippy toe to get a better view! I was more than happy to call it a night.
A night out with my brother was fun but I have to admit, I'm not so young anymore.
And I can't believe I'm sick with fever, and still recovering.