I love live music. However, I have yet to attend a concert, even one with assigned seating, that is not also attended by my nemesis, Tall Concert Guy. I am 5'3". Tall Concert Guy is 6'10" and resembles a refrigerator. Tall Concert Guy's M.O. is to wait until I've fought my way to an outstanding spot in front of the stage, in range for bra-tossing should I be so inclined. Then he slips in with his obnoxious, yet shorter, sidekick and stands directly in front of me, bobbing and weaving in tandem with me, so that every show I've ever been to looks something like this:
I hate you Tall Concert Guy! And I hate your stupid shirt!!! One day I will finally work up the nerve to throw a solid punch into one of Tall Concert Guy's kidneys. Mercifully last night Tall Concert Guy was on a bender and was frequently absent, seeking out more beer.
Before the show we went out for pizza with Joy and the girls. Earlier that day I'd informed Joy that Kate had been a full-blown monster to her father when he was trying to get her out the door to daycare. When we arrived at the pizza joint (Joy picked them up from daycare for us!) they were all there and the girls already had food. Sarah reacted with such glee at the sight of us we felt like the rock stars and Kate, in the rhythm of one who's been coached, kissed her daddy and said "I'm sorry I was bad this morning" - eyelashes batting. We were very impressed. I pity the man who endeavors to take that girl away from her daddy.