Sunday, October 18, 2009

Where I finally confirm just how much of a dork I am.

I've never been a big concert goer.  Not even in high school or college.

Actually, I should clarify. I've never been a big rock concert goer. I've been to lots of jazz and classical concerts, but not "serious" rock concerts.

The first "real" concert I went to was to see Jack Wagner.  I vaguely remember it being a big deal that my parents even let me go.

Fine, go ahead, laugh. I'll wait.
Rich on the other hand has been to more concerts than he can count. And more Springsteen concerts than I would have thought humanly possible.

In the ten years we have been together he has seen Springsteen in every tour he's had except one. And that was because we were in Russia adopting Noah. The last couple times Bruce has been in Philly Rich has gone at least twice.

So this week Bruce is back in Philly. And finally I agreed to go see him too.

We had great seats! And Rich was wearing his t-shirt from the 1981 River Tour. Everything Rich had told me about a Springsteen concert was true. He played for 3 hours and 20 minutes straight. The energy was amazing. Bruce fans are passionate!

But holy effing cow it was LOUD! Like painfully loud.

And this was the point that I realized I'm old. Or turning in to my mother kill me now.

So I went to the bathroom and stuffed some toilet paper in my ears.

Except the piece I put in my left ear was too small. So I put in another piece. Which promptly pushed the first, smaller piece, further into my ear canal.

Because I am a dork. A huge dork. (And I apologize to my children now for the horror I will provide them with in the future.)

So for a good 2/3's of the concert I worried that I had a wad of toilet paper stuck in my left ear canal and would have to go to the doctor to have it removed. Because I am a dork. And apparently not as smart as I always thought I was.

Fortunately, when the concert was over and we were in the car I was able to remove it with a combination head tilt, long pinky nail, head shake move.

I don't think Rich will be taking me to any Bruce concerts in the future.



  1. my first concert was tiffany. nkotb opened ;-)

  2. Oh my gosh!! LMAO

    Seriously funny! I will tell you I have NEVER been to ANY concert before! Sounds like yours was one to remember! ;-)

  3. I remember feeling my daughter kicking HARD when I was at a Springsteen concert at about five months pregnant. They are incredibly, deafeningly loud.

  4. That's hilarious! My husband is a HUGE Bruce fan too. We saw him here in DC when I was like 7 or 8 months pregnant. I spent a lot of time going to the restroom and peeing. That made it quieter. I actually have gotten to some cool concerts, though. And I did enjoy the Bruce show. I will admit, however, that my first concert was to Milli Vanilli. Yeah, I'm a dork too.

  5. I only went to see Journey in the 80's so I am sure to understand that paper in your ears :) told my son, that is the only way I could go to a concert with ear plugs now.

  6. Oh my! That must have been quite an experience! Well, definitely one for the books at least. Now you can proudly say you've seen Springsteen live in concert!
    The tissue removing, head tilting and shaking move with the pinky nail - priceless :)