Only Me

Weird things happen to me.

All right, maybe that's not quite true. I invite weirdness into my life with open arms. So, for example, 5 years ago when my oldest son wanted to learn to fish, I ended up getting him on the CBS Early Morning Show, in a nationally televised adventure in which he learned to bass fish from one of the world's most famous bass fisherman. Oh, and Boston Rob from Survivor. The result was hilarious. But most kids don't catch their first fish on an overnight trip with Boston Rob. So yeah. Stuff like that.

So it was that yesterday, people, I was on a rock star bus. Weird things. You see, there is a really long story here, and considering you all only have a limited time to read this blog, I will try to go to the highlights.

About 6 weeks ago, my Significant Other, who manages a bar in a country club, comes home at 2:30 a.m. and says, "So one of my regulars wants to take you and me to see Sister Hazel."

At the time, I was confusing the band with this one. 'Cause they sang Sister Christian. Once I got over this confusion, I figured . . . sure. Then, two weeks later, he came home and said, "Here's the bad news, it's on your birthday." Because generally, I like to spend my birthday with my FAMILY. Not complete (to me) strangers. I. Was. Not. Happy. But I decided to go with it because it was too late to back out. The tickets were bought. And it was certainly nice of this man to want to take us to the show, and so . . . you know . . . you go with weirdness. You defer to the weird.

But then a week ago, Significant Other came home and said, "By the way, the guy taking us knows the band and we have VIP tickets." This still wasn't taking away from the fact that it was ON MY BIRTHDAY. But again, I tried to go with it. And VIP tickets are better than nosebleed, so you know . . . I was busily learning Sister Hazel songs on YouTube.

And then, a couple of days ago, he said, "Hon, I know you're not going to like hearing this, but apparently he REALLY knows the band, and we're eating with the band before the show."

So now we're reaching the point of ridiculous.

So yes, in a private room at Morton's, I ate with the band Sister Hazel, then went on their rock star bus, and saw their show from back stage.

And I had a ball.

Put it this way, I will remember this birthday forever. I even have a T-shirt! And the above picture, along with a ton of other. And the band sang Happy Birthday to me, and they were just about the nicest guys I've ever met. One is a writer. And of course? The writer in me thought . . . . .

Someday I'm gonna use all this in a book.

Yeah. Weird things happen to me. How about you?