Fun, Fun, Fun

Guess where I was Tuesday night! Need a hint? Okay, let's see. I got ready In My Room and when I was running late I was yelling from the bedroom to "Help Me, Rhonda". As I was rushing I thought Wouldn't It Be Nice to not be late. I jumped into my Little Duece Coupe and went to pick up my friend, Barbara Ann. As we were driving she was worried we would get lost and I told her not to worry because I Get Around town quite easily as I know it quite well. She said, " I feel like a Surfer Girl on a wave we are going so fast." We got to the centre on time and spent the next hour and a half grooving to Good Vibrations that are still ringing in my head and buzzing in my ears.

Have you guessed yet?

I went to a Beach Boys concert with my girlfriend. I have not been to a whole lot of concerts in the last many, many moons and it was a lot of fun. Sitting in the midst of a sea of tacky hawaiian shirts with the lights bouncing off the receding hairlines of the men in the crowd, we laughed at how "mature" the fans looked and how we had to look hard to find teenagers there. That was until we saw a few of the "mature" ladies, standing on their chairs and dancing to songs from days gone by. And the Beach Boys themselves have changed a bit. They moved a little slower and joked about having a nap before coming onstage and they explained to the young 'uns what a 45 was. And there was a few in the band that definitely did not look the geriatric age. In fact my bloggy friend from Ontario, the organ keyboard player was from Sudbury. I know for sure non of the original Beach Boys was from Sudbury.

After the first song, I leaned over and told my friend that if my teen girl would've come her eyes would have been rolling. When I first told herthat her Dad got me tickets to Beach Boys she looked at me and said, "I thought you didn't like a bunch old guys strutting around on the stage in tights trying to look like they were 20 years old." She was refering to a comment I had made when in the last few years all these groups are making a comeback by catering to the baby boomer generation. I was most specifically referring to Mick Jagger and company. I never liked him strutting in tights when he was 20 never mind now that he's 60 something. The sight makes me want to disinfect my eyeballs or something. Anyhoo, trust a teenager to throw that in your face and make you backtrack to explain why this is different. Let me just state for the record not one of the Beach boys came out in tight clothing or strutted. Thank God. And speaking of said teenagers, the few that were there, well you looked like you were having lots of fun, but may I graciously say you just don't know how to dance to those classic songs, not like the guys in the tacky hawaiian shirts and receding hairlines or the "mature" ladies with the few extra pounds. Now we they knew how to move and groove.

And just for the record I conducted myself with the decorum expected of a conservative Christian lady. As wild as I got was turning my cell phone on, holding it aloft while swaying to a slow song. I guess they don't use lighters anymore. When did that happen? This morning I now need to go make an extra strong pot of coffee to get me awake. All this grooving made me stay up past my bedtime.