Old Man at a Rock Show

I am an old man. Last night my wife and I went to a concert. The opening band played loud, hardrock, praise music. They sucked. Especially since they only played the current most popular praise songs, and played them poorly. Wife and I sat on the floor in the back of the concert, resting our heads on our jackets and talking about our days, completely ignoring the hardrock worship. We weren’t there for the opening band anyway. In high school I would have been in the midst of the crowd with my hands in the air.

When the main act finally started, we stood up to watch the show, and I realized we were standing well apart from the main crowd of people near a group of middle-aged parents who were dancing. Their children were no where to be seen, most likely death by embarrassment, a mercy killing.

I hung my head and realized I’m 21 years old and married. I am completely uncool.

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