Yeah, yeah, it's been a while. I know! But it's pointless for me to write just for the sake of writing, n'est pas? Anyhoo, I got to go to a concert last night!! Lots of people go to concerts all the time, right? Right! What you don't understand is the fact that between going to my son's school to volunteer, PTA meetings, being class mom, going on school field trips AND meeting with stylists and clients for my business, all I want to do after 6.00 pm is sit in my recliner, read a book, (preferably a harlequin romance novel that has the same plot as the previous 150 others I’ve read before…….so that I don’t have to think) and doze. That’s what I wish I could do but is unfortunately not how it happens. There’s dinner to be sorted, homework to be supervised and after dinner, dirty dishes….fun, huh?
Anyway, my sister friend knows that I really like reggae music a WHOLE lot and she bought me a couple of tickets to go this concert. I do have to say, though, that I was kinda feeling like just staying home because I was so tired, but Rob convinced me it would be good for me to get out and have some fun. So I went. And I loved every minute of it!!!!
Now here’s the reason for the title of this blog. I am not very tall, and I did not want to be standing behind a bunch of tall guys who were jumping up and down in excitement so I started looking around for a better spot. I spotted some people upstairs who were sitting around some tables. Sitting! At a reggae concert! So I grabbed my friends and led them upstairs. I could not understand why more people were not going up there and kept expecting one of the security okes to stop us and tell us that only some sort of V.I.Ps were allowed to be up there. Didn’t happen, so I kept going and found a spot in front of the relaxing people and started dancing and singing. Needless to say, they were not happy, but our tickets had cost exactly what theirs had and as such, we had the right to stand in any free spot we wanted to. They were more than welcome to stand up and watch the Marley boys on stage…..they did stand up. So, here’s tired me in 3inch boots, jumping up and down for all I was worth!!! I was singing along because I knew every single song!! Did I say singing? I was YELLING. I could feel my ankles swelling and my throat closing up, but none of that was going to stop me.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that I would be paying for what I was putting my body through but I told myself I would worry about it later. Throughout all this, my friend, Jose, was steadily buying Heinekens and I was unconsciously drinking them. NOT a very good combo for someone who has a glass of wine every now and then. Show’s over and we still want to party, so my other friend, Euwy, who is Jamaican was going around asking where the after party was, but the rest of us wanted to just go and dance. We eventually found a Reggae club/restaurant place in downtown Seattle, they were playing nice reggae music and selling beer! Perfect place for us. I danced to every single song until the lights came on and they told everyone to leave.
Saturday morning. NEED GATORADE!! My head is pounding, my stomach feels like a bus is moving in there and I am asking myself why. Why did I do it? Would I do it again next year? Undoubtedly!! I will just make sure I am wearing flat shoes and I am drinking water all night…….well, maybe ONE Heinie, or two, or at the absolute most, five.
