You want me to go to which concert?

If you've kept up with my blog, you'll note that many of the stories revolve around my life and my kids (they're a huge part of it). My New Year's Resolution is not a weighty one (hee, hee). I'm going to try and write more about my husband and kids, and less about me. I'm doing this for several reasons: 1) we have a few funny stories, 2) it's a kind of record for my kids. I've started printing off my blog entries and putting them in a book of sorts. Right now they don't like to know anything about Jdhteach and I before we had kids, let alone see us kiss in front of them. Sometimes we do it to gross them out (no french kissing or anything, just a quick peck). So here's the first entry, it's funny now and hopefully will make you laugh but it was down right frightening then.

Jdhteach and I hadn't been dating for long, I think it was a few months (we only dated for about four months before we got engaged), and J asked me to go to a concert with him. Now, I'm not normally a "concert" kind of gal and I wasn't then either. I was into classical and Top 40 music at the time (still am) so when he told me it was Ozfest my initial instinct was "Hell no." But, to prove to him that I loved him (stupid I know) I agreed to go. We went to Ozfest when it was at the Smirnoff Center which is an outdoor kind of theater.

If I ever considered going to another music concert, this one definitely pushed all of those thoughts right out of my head. J had brought a blanket so we could sit on the grass and experience the concert, but after walking what seemed like a few miles we had to go back to the car and put up the blanket because they weren't allowing them in the arena (Fire hazard - #1 sign it's not a good idea to go). On the way back to the theater I got whacked by the flag of a traffic mover. He was waving on some cars, but the crossing guard had told us all to cross. I had a bruise on my arm from where he whacked me (#2 sign this was not a good idea). We get into the arena and I promise you we looked like fish out of water. We were dressed normally, but everyone else was in costume. You know the chains and scary makeup and capes and just weird ass stuff (#3 sign this was not a good idea). I have no earthly idea who was the opening act, I was too worried about everyone else at the concert. At one point, MJP and J had to go to the restroom so I stayed on the lawn with another friend that had gone with us. At the time, I wasn't too sure about this person but he was definitely okay at this point.

Once Ozzy got on stage that's when things got REALLY weird. We couldn't bring in blankets because it was a fire hazard, but the people figured out how they could set fires. They used their costumes. I"m serious, they were setting their capes on fire and their clothes. Several people were down to their skivvies and would have burned those if other people hadn't contributed (#4 sign this was a bad idea). I always tell people when I try to explain this that it reminded me of that scene in "The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe" cartoon version right after they'd sacrificed Azlan. You know the one, where all of the goblins and what nots were celebrating around bonfires at the campsite. That's exactly what it looked like. I was so glad when J and his friends decided it was time to go.

I figured that was the last thing I'd ever do to prove that I loved him. Luckily for me he felt the same way.