Sleet and Seger
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Last night Tim and I went to the Bob Seger concert. We got the tickets for free from my stepmom, who couldn't go. When the tickets went on sale I considered buying some because it has been a long time since he has toured, and while I wouldn't rank him as one of my all-time favorites, I did hear his music a lot growing up and it might be cool to see him. But I couldn't afford it. I can always afford free, though.The show was really good. His musicians were great. I recognized maybe 2/3 of his old songs. I haven't heard anything off of his new album, but I liked the ones he did. He sounded good. He is a great performer and owned the stage. He rocks, and he's old enough to be my dad.We did leave a bit early, though. I'm not sure how early we left. Just before he started singing Katmandu he said it was the last song, so we left in the middle of the song. I wasn't sure if he was going to do an encore or not because there was an intermission, but we didn't want to chance it and left early for several reasons. First, the winter storm was starting up and we wanted to get home before it got too bad. It's a 45 minute drive in good weather, so we were concerned about getting home, and Tim had to work this morning. Second, there were the people in front of us and behind us. They were really wasted. I mean really wasted. Sloppy drunk. (I want to say right now that I'm not saying everyone at the show was like this, but there were maybe 9 people around us who were.) They were all maybe in their mid-40s. I was talking to my dad about it this morning, and he says he sees this at concerts like this all the time. There are some people who maybe don't get out much anymore, with kids and jobs and whatnot, and here's a guy who they loved since they were teenagers, and they are trying to relive their young days. It's a small number of people, but they freak me out. The group in front of us, not only were they wasted on beer they bought there, but one of them had snuck in a bottle of Jaegermeister and they were drinking that. At one point it looked like several of them could barely stand, and you know one of them was driving. Tim and I decided we wanted to get out of the parking lot before these small number of people got into their cars and killed us. So we left.It was sleeting when we left, but although the ground was crunchy it was not slippery. We drove slowly and got home okay. It was still sleeting when we got home. And, of course, there was no parking by my apartment. We had to park several blocks away and walk. To make matters worse, the wind was blowing hard off the lake, and I live a half block from the lake. It meant walking right into the wind, which was whipping sleet into our faces. I tried to put my head down, but then it whipped sleet into my scalp.Lesson learned: wind-whipped sleet really, really hurts skin.
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