Where Am I Going, And Why Am I In This Handbasket?

Saturday, November 12, 2005

Joey's First Mosh Pit. Or: I'm a realllly great stepmom

Kelly has a teenage nephew who plays in a local band. They're getting a few gigs here and there, at Jugheads and whatnot. The other night was an all-ages show at The Real Bar in Tempe. The lightbulbs above our heads went off: we could have a night out and not neglect the kids to do so, thus ensuring our status as worthy parentals (and getting shnockered all the same)! So we were set. We packed the boys and headed for Tempe. Sweeeet.

Ready fer the show.






So there we are. The place was divided in half by yellow cop-tape and there were already a few dozen teens floating in their pen. Their parents were sitting on the other side. I felt limbo-landish. Which means I was at the bar ordering some cokes. And beers!

So the kid's band was pretty good. It was cool to see these16 year-olds workin' it - they played with a fervor, and they were having fun. They were comfortable, and that's a rare thing to see in teens. Or maybe it's a totally alien vision for me, as someone who never felt an un-awkward moment for every second she was a teen. And can barely feign it now. Actually, I don't. I'm no less fucking clumsy today than when my knees knocked into each other and my headgear kept my mouth half-open when I slept and left Pools O Drool all over my pillows and I had terrible posture and no boobies. My teeth just look prettier now.

So. Where was I? Ahem. Okay, these kids were fun to watch. Period. Their friends were in the front, smiling up. I was happy for them.

Meanwhile, the boys were lying low in the back, afraid to approach the stage. When Kelly's nephew (the lead singer, incidentally) goaded the crowd to move up and hop around, slowly our lil boys moved up. Naturally, there was a mosh pit forming as it happened. Just swell. The whole night I managed to maintain a coollaidback distance and resisted the urge to yank on their collars and bring them back towards me, resisted the urge to shove the bouncer into the kid who'd just thwacked into Nick, resisted the urge to squeal when Nick's head disappeared into the crowd. Drinking helped, though.


A mosh pit. Oh, yay.

Joey likes it.

I like him back here.


Sure enough, the boys got a kick out of the night. And we had some fun as well. Tee hee.



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