Friday, May 13, 2011

My Tickets Have Seats on Them for a Reason

I’ve reached the point of exhaustion when it comes to funny and/or interesting stories. I have nothing left to give you, blog reading community. I thought I’d always be able to pump out a post every other day, and here I am with almost nothing to write.

 I thought if I started off like this, I’d be able to come up with something as I write. I always tell my students to just start writing and eventually they’d have something in the mess the spewed on their Word document. It usually works, so I’m going to take my own advice.

I’ve always felt like my strength as a blog writer is telling funny stories or coming up with asinine gripes. The problem is that very little changes in my life. I’m a man who follows a routine. Routine is good, m’kay? I guess I should write about recent events in my life that haven’t been the routine. Well, here goes nothing. My wife and I went to the Arcade Fire concert last week. As far as I know, they haven’t played in Houston since they first started, so it was a big deal because they are one of my favorite bands.

Fun fact: the lead singer actually spent some of his youth in The Woodlands, TX, which is a suburb of Houston.

The show surpassed my expectations. About 3 songs into the show, my wife, the little scamp she is and eyeing the empty seats 4 rows in front of us, wanted to move up. This became one of those moments when I realized I’m getting old. I dug my metaphorical heals into ground and refused to move, like a dog who doesn’t want to take a piss in the rain (sorry, it’s raining and Earl won’t take a piss outside). I felt old and, dare I say, too mature to step over those seats in front of us. I am NOT a high school kid! No, we’ll stay the course back here, I thought. When those people get to their seats, my wife will thank me for saving her the embarrassment of having to crawl back over the seats to our own. Yes, women love men who refuse to take chances. Here’s an idea for a romance novel: woman is kept against her will in a tower by a medieval baron, and the strapping, lovelorn goat herder continues herding goats. “They make towers for a reason, damn it!” I think that’ll get the women swooning.

Eventually, after much debate and inner turmoil, we moved up, and the last 3 songs were just fantastic. This was my sky diving, my running with the bulls, my swimming with the sharks. My wife, obviously impressed with my aplomb, asked me to kill a spider that night.

 I met that challenge.


  1. Ya'll are just rebels, that is all. And she seems like a bad influence! lol. Glad you had a good time. And feel you on that 'running dry' for blogging feeling...

  2. I just commented and then my computer froze and I had to restart my Firefox so I have no idea if it went through or not, but here it is again:

    "LOL! and YOU say you have no more funny stories..."

  3. You helped her get better seats AND you rescued her from an evil four legged creature of doom.

    Very nice.

  4. I'm jealous that you got to see Arcade Fire. I'm not too interested in seeing concerts any more, but if I were to see a current bad play, it'd be Arcade Fire. Must have been cool. Even if most of the concert was seen from seats four rows too far back.

  5. It's crazy how the "crazy juice" starts to slowly ooze out of us as we get older, no? Although, dealing with students all semester tend to bring some of it back :-)

  6. Ha! Good for you. I wish I could go to an Arcade Fire concert but after they play Bonaroo they're going to London and Croatia and shit like that. Many big name indie artists avoid the midwest like it's a pile of barf in the cafeteria. Well guess what, Arcade fire? You can't toss sawdust on us and our stink will follow you for miles.

  7. Hah, I also believe in not taking other peoples designated seats XD