Well, at least I'm consistent.

Last Wednesday, the day after the election, I was watching TV after I put the boys to bed. Rich was out playing tennis.

He came home and we were talking about how he played and how the boys did going to bed when he stops and looks at the TV and says "fuck, are you serious? They are still showing political commercials?"

To which I responded "damn, you have to be kidding me. That's a major screw up on someones part."

And then another political ad came on and we were both saying something along the lines of "this is insane, it makes no sense."

And then I remembered I was watching something I had DVR'd the week before. Oops!

Guess what I did tonight while watching TV?

 

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.
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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.