That's the phrase we think a lot when we actually go out on the town on a date. Especially when we go see a live music show. Every time I go to a show it hits me again just how fun it is to see a band play. Last night Jim and I went to the Lakewood Theater to see Richard Thompson. It was an amazing show. The last time we went to see him I was pregnant with Grace, it was standing room only in Deep Ellum, and we had to leave halfway through because Jim had a 7am flight the next morning. This time we had reserved seats (aahh), it was closer to home, but weirdly the average age at the show had to have been about 50 years old. We very much felt like the whippersnappers there. Other things that were strange is that it is ridiculous to get carded when you have as much gray hair as I do, and it is insane that anyplace in Texas that serves beer would NOT have Shiner Bock available, but the show was wonderful just the same. Richard Thompson himself is 58 years old, and he rocked out for at least 2 hours straight. He is such an amazing storyteller, and when he played "1952 Vincent Black Lightning" solo on an acoustic guitar I had goosebumps for the entire song.
By the way, that song is on the "Rumor and Sigh" album from 1991, which I highly recommend. That is the album that introduced me to Richard Thompson, and will probably always be my favorite.
The kids stayed with a babysitter for the first time since the grandparents weren't available for a sleepover. But that went great also - we had Grace's teacher Miss Andrea from last year babysit. Grace has been excited about it ever since we found out a month ago that Andrea was going to babysit. Alex was resistant to the idea, but I knew it would be a good night for everyone when he stopped the game they were playing to run over and tell me goodbye before we were even ready to leave for the evening.
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