Friday night, we were blessed to be able to go to the Sanctus Real/Addison Road concert. It was trip! Not an acid-type trip, but an "Oh my gosh my husband is becoming an old man" type of trip. And trust me, THAT is a trip in its own right!
First we had to get past the fact that the music was too loud for my old man dear husband. Seriously? You should HEAR how loudly my husband plays his production...or the TV. Yet he finds the concert too loud? Wimp! Just in case, I think next time we'll bring the ear protection he uses when he goes shooting. Then he won't have to hear a thing!
After we got past the hearing issue, there was the dancing.
No. Not my husband's.
Mine.
And THAT was the problem.
Apparently he thought I was kidding or going through a phase when I danced at concerts while we were dating and first married. He thought it was a fluke that I was rocking out to Veggie Tales live with the kids. He thought perhaps I was just having a momentary lapse of sanity when I turned the music up & danced through the house.
Every weekend.
Or maybe he just hoped, prayed, and dreamed that one day I would no longer desire to dance to music. At the least, he held hope that I had not passed that gene down to our children. He found out at this concert that we are a hopeless bunch. We all like to dance. We may or may not be in rhythm. That's really irrelevant to us. We just like to have fun!
Unfortunately for him.
We know he loves us, he just doesn't know what to do with us sometimes. Like when we're embarrassing him at a concert and he can't hide in the crowd because no one could hide in the crowd when we're beside them dancing and singing.
If you ever want to know where we are seated at a concert, just look around. When you see the man with heavy, sound-proof headphones on looking around trying to pretend that he doesn't know the woman and children dancing crazily beside him; you'll know you've found us.
Come up & say hi to us. (Be sure to say hi to our fuddy-duddy too.)
Kirstie took a ton of pics on her phone. This is the only one I'm authorized to share:
Saturday
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LOL....are you at it already girl :D
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I read the article. You are very gifted in your expression in writing Amy. It was good to get a glimpse of your life ( i am sure it is way more involved than you let on). Thanks for putting it out there. I look forward to getting to know you more!!
hmmmm.... getting oldER is NOT what it is cracked up to be...believe me.
Hang on for the ride of your life!!!
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LOL Yes. I'm already at it! :-)
Thanks for your kind words We've already learned life is quite a ride! :-)
Yes I guess you have. When the 40's are looming we will talk of this again. And you are welcome ;)
about an hour ago
Are you kidding? Gary had a mini mid-life crisis when he realized he was only 5 years away from 40!
He is THAT close eh? Well..... it is not easy for sure and the LOUD music is just the tip of it. But....he did help in doing the dishes so that is a good sign of getting oldER. heehee
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Yes. And wiser. :-)
You are a TeRriFiC guy!!
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Yes he is!
nice. :D
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My wife...humiliating me again. This appears to be a common theme with you, sweetie. At least I'm good for something.
You know I love you. :-)
Do you REALLY feel humiliated?? You are one of the most REAL men I know except of course my hockey husband ;)
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He doesn't, Becky. He's got an incredibly dry, sarcastic wit. He's just giving me a hard time. No worries. :)
Yeah, if he was humiliated, he wouldn't have reposted it!
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Exactly, Christy!
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