Seeing Train Was A Must

I didn't feel like making dinner Saturday night.

There. I said it. This isn't a common occurrence, but it is something that happens periodically.

Know what I did instead of making dinner Saturday?

Grabbed the fam and went to see Train (the band, not a locomotive) perform at the Fieldhouse in Indianapolis.

It was awesome.

On drive to Indy, I posed two questions to my husband knowing that he had to respond because he was trapped in the car with me for an hour. Not even my husband can ignore me by pretending to not hear me for that long.

Me: Two questions for you. One, what's the last concert we went to in which we had actual seats instead of a blanket spread out on the ground?
Husband: … I … um … I don't know.
Me: I can't remember either. Was it … Blue's Clues? Does that count as a concert?
Husband: Really, Jen? Blue's Clues?
Me: What? There was singing. You know, maybe it was John Mellancamp at Elliot Hall of Music. Wow. That was thirteen years ago.
Husband: Probably. That was the last concert we went to inside of a building. What was your second question?
Me: What was the last concert we went to in which the band didn't have a hit in the 80s?
Husband: … once again, I don't know. Tom Petty?
Me: Dude. Seriously. Focus. Hmm … we decided Blue's Clues didn't count, right?
Husband gives me the ol' stink eye.
Me: Well, I can't think of anybody.
Husband: We are so sad.

Thirty minutes later

Me (snapping my fingers): Hootie and the Blowfish. We saw Hootie and the Blowfish.
Husband: True, but that was almost twenty years ago.
Me: Yeah … but they didn't have a hit in the 80s now did they?
Husband: We are so sad.

Yes, we are so sad. You can see why seeing Train was a must. An entire generation of pop music has gone by and I haven't seen any of it live.

Plus, what a cool band to take the girls to see their first concert.

My first concert was the Oak Ridge Boys.

At the height of 'Elvira' mania.

I know you're jealous. Don't try to hide it.

Giddy up, oom poppa, omm poppa, mow mow
Giddy up, oom poppa, omm poppa, mow mow, heigh-ho Silver, away

What can I say? I was around eight or nine years old and I loved that song. 'Elvira' spoke to me. Sadly, the rest of The Boys' music wasn't really my thing and the concert didn't hold my attention.

Long story short, I fell asleep in my chair.

At the concert.

With 6,000 screaming fans surrounding me.

Giddy up, oom poppa, omm poppa, mow mow.

I woke up when 'Elvira' was played and I sang along, feeling confident that the Oak Ridge Boys sang it just for me. Then, I went right back to sleep.

You see, I've always been a party animal.

No. Not really.

I did manage to stay awake for the entire Train concert (never yawned once). And not to brag or anything, but I'm pretty sure that 'Hey Soul Sister' was being sung just to me. Pin It Now!