Fake boobs, acid wash, beer and some old time rock and roll

One of the riskiest things I like to do is place myself out of my element.  I think it shows what you're really made of.  If you are flexible and adaptable.  Your true colors really shine through.  Now I like to make that choice for myself and not have someone make it for me; hmm, wonder if I'm still bitter about those presumed assumptions from last week.  Last night I was put to the test and I can say that I passed with flying colors.

Editorial interruption; Aquaman is trying on the gazillion clothes I bought him for a wedding we're going to and is in a wife beater tank right now.  He just came up to me and said, "I'm the Jewish K Fed and you're my Mexican Britney."  I wish I had my camera.  Funny, someone else once made that remark to me (without ethnic ties.)  Where the hell is my Red Bull, Frapuccino and Cheetos?

After settling the kids in and racing into Boston, we finally got to sit and eat a la fresco at Tequila Rain.  We sat there drinking our margaritas, eating chips and enjoying the warm summer like air.  And people watching.  I immediately noticed that the crowd walking to The House of Blues was unlike any crowd I have seen at HOB.  Definitely older, lots of acid wash, engorged chests, long feathered hair, leathery skin and bad tans.  I loved them!  Feeling just slightly out of place in my Tommy Hilfiger and Tory Burch but didn't care.  

Aquaman had never been to HOB and was impressed..  We got some beer and waited.  During our wait we made some friends.  There were these two couples, older, total Bahstan southie sport fans type of couples.  Aquaman keeps checking his Blackberry for me to check on sports scores (am a total fanatic right now) so they ask; they are huge Bruins fans.  We start talking; they are super sweet.  They are totally impressed that this is my fourth time to the HOB.  So the men are talking to Vic and I'm talking to the wives and I hear this:

Vic:  "Our daughter is almost 8."

Nice guy: "You're married?"

Vic:  "Yeah, we're married."

Nice guy: "To her? (points at me) I mean I knew you were together but I had no idea you were married.  She looks so young."

Oh, I totally should have bought nice guy a beer.  

So meanwhile, hmm, let's call her ShortBlondeHairGirl.  Btw, I kind of cut the hair off again.  At first I was like, Oh Steph why did you do that?  But now?  I catch a glimpse of myself and I finally feel like I see me, sassy, spirited, fun me.  To be quite honest, I wasn't getting a lot of "Who cuts your hair?"  comments lately but now?  Now I get multiple requests a day.  

So SBHG starts talking to me.  To be quite honest we were both in a sea of scrunchies, feathered, bleached hair.  It was refreshing to see someone else who had the balls to show her true self, take a risk and rock the Posh hair.  Total fun party girl if you catch my drift.  Finally J Geils Band takes the stage.

I can honestly say that what took place over the next 2 hours was unlike anything I had every experienced before.  I didn't know most of the songs.  It's not my preferred genre.  Yet I was sucked into the music.  These are guys that play to play.  That have no choice but to play.  This was pure good time blues rock and roll.  EVERYBODY there was just there to have a good time.  Peter Wolfe?

Mick who?  I mean this guy is 63 and is ALL OVER THE PLACE.  I got tired just watching him.  The crowd ate him up.  So during this I notice that SHBG is dancing with a slew of different guys (while the guy she came with keeps checking his Blackberry) and keeps motioning over for me to join her.  No way; I had the perfect spot to see the stage.  She starts to get real friendly with one and a little look at me you effing a hole boyfriend instead of checking your email dancing starts to go on between the two of them.  I get really excited; I'm thinking "Blues Brawl."

Better be careful what you wish for.

All of a sudden, Blackberry guy sees SHBG dirty dancing with other dude and gets mad.  Shoves him.  SHBG starts to try to calm him down.  I am ready to pop some popcorn to watch the brawl that will about to start. She tries to calm boyfriend down.  Doesn't work.  Now words are being exchanged and people are gawking.  She looks at me for help and I'm thinking to myself, " I wonder if I could take one of them down."  I'm picturing myself jumping on the backs of one of them.  Oh, how I have always wanted to do that.  Now the two guys are together ready to start really kicking each other.  As I lean in closer I feel this hand grab me and reel me into his chest.  "Oh no you don't wife."

" But I've never been in a fight.  This is going to be a good one."

"You really are nuts.  Steph, I'm thinking of the face.  We need to protect the face."

OMG, he's right.  Why didn't I  think of that?

So even though I'm bummed I couldn't write about my first concert fight, I did realize that the hubby really is my hero.  Not only did he save the 27 year old looking face, he bought me drinks, hugged me when I was cold to keep me warm and made me go to a concert I wasn't sure about because he knew, he knew, that I would totally get it.

I leave you with a remake by one of my favorite bands with one of my favorite singers, Frou Frou with Imogen Heap- I need a hero.