Last night was QUITE the experience.
Imagine Stevan and his beautiful wife going to a show with 30-40 “hardcore teens” and four “harcore” bands.
“Hardcore” = a band in which only SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF THEIR LUNGS HAPPENS.
Sure we were a bit “out of place” – ask me about the girl that turned to me after Hardcore Band #1 finished their set and said in her “sweet little” voice, “you like hardcore?”
Ouch.
My only response: “don’t I look like it?”
She quickly turned away to avoid further embarrassing me.
Kory and Magee arrived safely after band #2 and we all enjoyed Bradley Hathaway (the poet) very much.
We headed home, popped in Batman Begins and Kory and Magee fell asleep soon after Jess.
I finished the movie – tucked them all in and went to bed myself.
This morning we woke up to the smell of bacon, eggs, and pancakes being cooked by my loving wife.
Wonderful!
