Screamers

Do you ever wonder why a grown woman would put herself in the situation where she would lose hearing? Well-in an attempt to give my son a great birthday present I bought concert tickets to a show in Las Vegas. I cannot divulge the artist performing as my son is a little embarrassed that he was one of about three boys in the audience. Of course there were dad's with their girls telling them they owed him big for this, but boys were rare in the audience.

Thank goodness I sat by my son though because at least there was a blank space between the stereo screaming at every beginning, end, and middle of the song. Ugggh! Since I never took a girl to a concert, I didn't realize how high pitched those screams really are. Austin left the concert and said, "Those girls were so loud! That teenager next to me was driving me insane."

I guess he's happy that I'm not a screamer.

Speaking of new beginnings-I went to a Madonna concert last weekend. Now-you may think like I did that it was pretty risque to go to one of her concerts. But let me surprise you. I would rather have my son go to a Madonna concert than a Bette Midler concert. It was far less graphic and it was rare to hear poor vocabulary. I know--it surprised me too. Of course the last row at the top of the stadium was row R and I was in row Q so I may have missed quite a bit of inappropriate dance moves. Of course my favorite song was dedicated to the girls. I just love those songs written for women who have been wronged in love!