Monday, October 21, 2013
The cap'n took me to a Moody Blues concert last week and I have to tell you, it did more to make me feel young than a facelift could. I told the cap'n, "You know the lines in the bathroom aren't near as long when most the people in the audience are wearing Depends." Even Graeme Edge, the drummer, said, "I can remember when all I could smell wafting up from the audience was grass, now all I smell is Ben-Gay." He should talk, he's 72. OMG!!
Seriously, it wasn't quite what I remember concerts being like. There were no drunks passed out before the show began. No stoned topless girls weaving around on someone's shoulders, although there were some Medicare enrollees still out there doing their best to re-live the 60's.
It was all a little bit...sad.
It's funny how our minds get nostalgic about things like that. Things like getting drunk and stoned and making a fool of ourselves. Funny how we look back and rank those times as the best times of our lives.
I'll admit I was pissed off the whole day before just thinking about the concert. Not the fact that it was the Moody Blues and I can only think of two of their songs that I like (If I never hear Nights in White Satin again, I will rejoice.) No, it wasn't the band that pissed me off. I was pissed off because I couldn't drink.
There are trade-offs to this sober lifestyle. One of them, for me, is that I'm never again going to "feel" the music as I did when I was drinking. I'm never going to again say, "Oh my God, I looove this song. This is my favorite song ever." Over and over to every song that comes up on the playlist.
I miss that. I really, really do. And when I go to a concert, I want to feel that. I want to drink. But I can't. Some people would say, "Don't go to concerts then." Really?
I have to keep in mind those trade-offs. They add up to a whole lot more than getting drunk. Here are some of the trade-offs to attending the concert sober last week.
1. The music was great and I really could appreciate it.
2. I know I wasn't one of those wild haired, tie-dyed weirdos bobbing and weaving and refusing to sit down like the Janis Joplin wannabe in front of me. (Now I really sound like a bore.)
3. I was able to stroll the 16th street Mall in Denver afterwards because I wasn't so drunk that I needed to get back to the hotel to pass out.
4. I had a lovely memorable meal after the concert.
5. I felt great the next morning and was able to enjoy a fall day in downtown Denver without a hangover.
Tomorrow night I'm going to see Jimmy Buffet, time to check that item off of my bucket list. I'm not worried, I know the trade-off's to staying sober, payoff is a more apt term, will be far greater than getting drunk.