Good times...mostly

So it's official. I'm old.

Or sad.

You decide.

Not, sad sad. But pathetic sad.

I went to a concert last night.

With... my parents.

For my father's birthday (coming up next week) I offered to get him concert tickets. He said "rock on" and as he knows I am a cool date asked me to go with him. Now I am buying the tickets and I wonder if maybe my mom would like to join us (idiot!). So I ask her. Now the tickets were pricy and I wasn't about to offer to pay for hers too - so I gently said, "I'm getting dad tickets to Los Lonely Boys. If you would like to come, I'll buy you a ticket, but you have to pay me back." Making me a cheapskate - but a nice one. Hey, at least I asked. I thought she'd say "no". Not so much.

Mom: Oh your father and I have never been to a concert with you before. This'll be fun. Okay. Yes!

Me: (damnit!) Cool. Okay. Sorry I can't pay for all 3 Mom for reals... it's just a lot of money, ya know.

Mom: I don't mind.

Fast forward to last night.

Mom whining about buying her ticket. Mom whining about now knowing the band.

Fun!

Actually, it wasn't so bad. Aside from the one white guy at the concert (I'm exaggerating) who was over 6 ft tall and just HAD to sit in front of me causing me to strain my neck all damn night.

I did get into it with my mom at one point when she reached for my cell phone because it was "too bright". As she reached for it - I actually pushed her hand away, practically smacking it. I don't know about y'all, but no one touches my cell without my permission. Hmmph!

Anyway - aside from all the drama it was fun.

But remind me to tell you about the random tall, dorky white guy and his short, big-haired Mexican date another time.