Last night, when I should have been tucking myself into bed with the beginnings of a cold, I put on some cute boots, jeans, curled my hair, grabbed hubby, and went to my first concert in about fifteen years. What made it even more special was that the performers were the same ones I had last seen in Massachusetts in 1994. And Hubby had never been to a concert - although this was a bit more of a gray haired crowd than the concerts of my youth.
Billy Joel and Elton John still put on a great show. While Elton John was a bit more mellow, Billy Joel brought the gray haired crowd to their feet with Scenes from Italian Restaurant, Angry Young Man, We Didn't Start the Fire, and Only the Good Die Young. Unfortunately our babysitter has a curfew and we had to sneak out as the men joined up for the finale. Today, the head cold has hit, I have lost my voice, and feel like the bottom of a bird cage - but last night for a few minutes I was twenty and life was simply fun. Happy Friday!