The Gin Blossoms were fantastic last night. We were at this little place called “The Ark”, which seats about 500, so there are NO bad seats. The concert lasted about an hour - with most of their set coming from the most recent album - “Major Lodge Victory”. They also performed “Hey Jealousy” and “Follow You Down” and “Allison Road”. It really was a great time.

For the first time in a while, though, Mr. Hot and I were not the oldest fucking farts in the joint. The last concert we went to was Buck Cherry. With a bunch of 18- and 19-year-olds. We were old. And it was Halloween. Everyone had great costumes. I went as ‘rocker chick grandma’. Sad, I know.

Before that? Hmmmm. It had been a while. Chris Duarte (great blues guitar - he’s been out of the game for a while, but he just released a new CD - Blue Velocity - that I’m looking forward to listening to). And Jeff Healey (you may remember him from the movie “Roadhouse” with Patrick Swayze?). I lost my original wedding ring at this one. It just fell off my finger. No takers for the reward either - and it was only a white gold band - no diamonds.

Been to see Dwight Yoakam a couple of times. And Cheap Trick. (Yes - we’re old. We know. )

Probably one of the most memorable concerts I’ve been to though was Motorhead. I’m not a head-banger. But I love my husband. So, okay. I’ll go to this dive in Detroit (people!, there was a drive-by shooting…while we were in the bar…at the hospital behind the bar….where my car was parked…the chalk outline was one. row. over!) - with a bunch of people that I was not allowed to hang around with while I was in High School - who scared the eeee-mortal crap out of me - because, Mr. Hot, I love you.

And then he took my arm and walked me down to the Mosh Pit. And I nearly died. Well, I thought I was going to anyway. (Shhhh. Hush up. That counts. It does.) To this day - 15 years later - if you ask him about any of our ‘dates’, this is the one that he will bring up.

Mr. Hot: “Hey, Motorhead is touring this summer. Wanna go?”
The Hotfessional (in a fetal position, whining): “Of course, honey,
whatever you want.”

—- I’ll fully admit to my wimpiness. But, I wonder about the couple who sat next to us at the show last night. Remember? The Gin Blossoms? Pop music from the 90’s. Not scary. Old people all over the place. These two people didn’t smile, clap, or chair dance through the entire hour. They were the old fucks last night. —-