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way too old

Updated on March 2, 2011

It apparently occurs in everyone's life. A time when that which was held as an enjoyment, becomes a thing of the past. Things like huge rollercoaster rides, playing sports like soccor or football, or rollerskating, and now, it is my rock concerts..... I have probably went to my last one.

Before anyone turns away, thinking this old lady is nuts, I have and always will love rock and roll music. Hell, i am old enough to enclude the "roll" part. Elvis, the Beatles, the Who, Rush, Tom Petty and Heartbreakers, Journey.... Now it is Shinedown, Nickelback, Breaking Benjamin, Three Days Grace, Disturbed.... that keeps wanting me to go to concerts. But the days of Market Square Arena are as gone as it is, and we have to make the long trek to Verizon, an outdoor venue, that provides the cheap seats known as the Lawn.

Now up to a year ago, I could stand for the three or four hour concerts that I would take my daughter to. Limber enough to get out of the path of the parties and smart enough to weave my way thru the crowd, keeping her away from the sex, the drugs, and the booze that always goes on when one chooses the lawn.

Nickelback was coming to Verizon. By the time I was able to get off work by making a trade to guarantee that we could go, nothing was left but the lawn, and so we took those tickets. Don't know if it was the recession, don't know if there was a sale at the bars, don't know what exactly happened this particular year.. but the realization of being too old became all too apparent that night. My daughter laughs now, being eighteen, and very spry... and she would giggle to think that I would share this one concert with anyone.

So let's get to the event, shall we? The concert and music were GREAT. This is not a revue of the show, more like a revue of the audience. Once we got there, after standing for a very long time just to get in, I found my stamina to stand had disappeared under the hot sun. We pulled up and settled in a nice part of the lawn for I had to sit. My hips, back and ankles had only started to scream. In my rush, the acetaminophen and Ibuprofen had been left on the counter at home, much to my chagrin. People gathered around us, drinking and being friendly. Life was still good, as everyone called me the granny of the group.

When the first chord was struck, a young couple pushed their way, or rather stumbled their way into our midst. The man was about six foot or so, about three hundred pounds or so, at least from my perspective. His woman was short, fiesty, and loud. Both were very innebriated(spell check) and for those who don't know that word, they were stinking drunk. Should we leave, entered my mind... and to this day, I blame myself. The man obviously had to go to the restroom. He did manage to stumble away and got lost in the crowd. Life was good. Shinedown was GREAT. As my view of the next band was blocked I looked up and like a slow motion action scene, the  jolly green giant of a guy was standing, or should i say, swaying over me, and as realization hit me, he started to fall. Old lady, move it, was my last thought, but could only lay back as flat as I could and turn my leg and foot so as not to end up unnaturally bent. The giant landed with me recieving an elbow to the ankle. With an incredible grace, the man then got up and ran up the hill on the lawn, now being followed by four very tiny security guards. My daughter screamed to tell them I was hurt, but their focus traveled to giant guy and I was rubbing my anke. Should have left... entered my mind again.

The guards generously brought the drunk back to our area, found his girl for him, and left. My I was trying to figure if I would be able to walk back to the car. The man now was being cushoned by several other kinder, more maintained drunks. One man was delegating, and designating who was in charge of protecting the old lady... me. As much as I appreciated the gesture, the official boy child that was now placed in the role of my protector stood about five two and must have been all of a hundred pounds, if that much, and maybe sixteen. but I digress. Apparently, Mr. Giant did not make it to the bathroom. He relieved himself, which I will tell you, I was able to stand then.   I watched in horror  as his eyes rolled back and he started to  pass out. It reminded me of Moses parting the Red Sea, as the men, especially my protector jumped out of the way. Luckily my daughter pulled me back in time.  While  I landed hard on my back side, Mr. Giant fell to my feet. ( thinking to myself, i bet his mother would be proud, again, I am sorry, my mood really was beginning to be affected. )

The three songs we heard of Nickelback were GREAT. And we left. Sore, limping, with the memory of Mr. Giant waking up, leaning on me, whispering a sloppy apology in my ear, and suddenly wretching. Thank God for dry heaves.

What brought this on? Why would I share this with you? Oh, that is easy. My daughter traveled downstairs to let me know that Nickelback was coming to town again. She gave me a wicked smile and said, "Want to get lawn tickets?"

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    • meow48 profile image
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      meow48 6 years ago from usa

      thank you for your nice comment. alas, my rockin days are over for a while... still in shell shock, hee.

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      Neil Sperling 7 years ago from Port Dover Ontario Canada

      LOL - there is humor is frustration... well written. Watch the Rolling Stones Shine the Light Tour - if they can still rock on - you can still be a groupie. Don't let one bad event stop you from going to the next 10 great ones. Rock on my friend - I do! Maybe I'll stand next to you some concert in the future - I'll be watching for you!

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      Cassandra Mantis 7 years ago from UK and Nerujenia

      Wow, that sounded like a lot of fun. Not. Bet you can't wait to go to the next concert, haw? Kidding of course. Pity the drunk idiots turned up. That can happen. Still, there are always the CDs. LOL! Great and frank account of one concert too many! :)

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      James A Watkins 7 years ago from Chicago

      Shameful behavior! I had fun in the mosh pit a few years back at an Evanescence concert. But I had my son and his two huge goons (friends of his) in there with me. :D

      Sorry, you had your night spoiled. I enjoy venues such as "The House of Blues" better. Maybe you could try that. Funny story though.

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      Eiddwen 7 years ago from Wales

      I thoroughly enjoyed reading this. As well as the humour it is also very well written. I am slowly getting round to reading more of your work.Take care and God Bless.

    • meow48 profile image
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      meow48 7 years ago from usa

      thankyou for your nice comment... just curious, though as how you found this story? or my site?

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      prasetio30 7 years ago from malang-indonesia

      Nice hub from you. I enjoy read this hub. Thanks for share with us.

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      meow48 7 years ago from usa

      that is why one goes before one heads there, hee hee... just like my dad always said before going on a trip... go to the bathroom becsuse unless the gas tank in almost on E, there will be no stopping. haha.

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      Micky Dee 7 years ago

      I'm a hundred years older probably. I quit going to concerts because the bathrooms were terrible. Nice hubs!

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      meow48 7 years ago from usa

      yup....what else is there to say? hee.

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      Nikki Wicked 7 years ago from Louisiana

      hahaha sum people are just ridiculous. that fat guy woulda been dealt with if it was me and my friends. or we woulda just moved to an area away from the drunken jackass. but nice story haha. next time get tickets sooner and dont go on the lawn lol youll have a seat to sit in and hopefully not be next to a fat drunkard like that lol, oh well its sumthing u and your daughter can look back on and laugh at.

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      lxxy 7 years ago from Beneath, Between, Beyond

      The home is where the heart is. If my house is clean and fun to be around, why bother leaving??? ;D

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      meow48 7 years ago from usa

      thankyou for your comment, ginger meow. the second band in the line up was breaking benjamin... of which i did not get to see at all, hee... too busy playing dodge ball with mr. giant. hee.

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      Ginger Meow 7 years ago

      Bad luck with your experiences on the lawn. You'd probably would have enjoyed it if you were as intoxicated as Mr Giant, but then you would've missed the great bands. We saw Nickelback and got seats in non drinking zones, and I know seats doesn't get you the mosh pit experience but we loved them and hope to keep going until we need a portable oxygen machine (or unless our money runs out). Great hub, keep rockin!

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      meow48 7 years ago from usa

      thanks for your input and fan mail, garsh... but i am way too much of a homebody anymore...

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      lxxy 7 years ago from Beneath, Between, Beyond

      I go to (when I can) a lot of small venues; places where it's either local bands, or out-of-town indies/small following.

      I figure if I'm going to go out where people have the party mentality, I may as well make it small...and filled with a more odd lot.

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      meow48 7 years ago from usa

      thanks. yeah, i am way too stubborn for my own good. and no. looking at smaller venues with wide seating, hee hee.

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      kaltopsyd 7 years ago from Trinidad originally, but now in the USA

      Hahahahaha, your daughter is funny... and the same age as me, hehe... Anyway, my my, what an adventure that was. My mother would have probably just stood up and left me. Then knowing my self and not wanting to be alone I wouldve left to. So good job staying even though you did leave with a hurt ankle. Haha. So are you going to the next concert....?

      Oh and I'm glad you have an avatar (profile pic) now and I likedthe format of this Hub. Nice and easy to read. See? You're getting the hang of this techno stuff after all. ;-)