A Fuzzy Day
Woman in the Middle | May 18, 2014I am having a bleary eyed and fuzzy headed today. You can blame my children. It is all their fault….
You see, my family loves music. We live in Southern California, probably the concert capital of the world. Most everyone who is anyone in the world of music comes through here on their concert tours. It was announced several months ago that Billy Joel would be making a stop in Los Angeles. My daughters were thrilled, much to their parent’s surprise. Of course they know who Billy Joel is, because he was big in our high school and college years and big on the radio stations we always listened to in the car when the kids were growing up. However, we didn’t know the girls were so fond of his music. But they kept bothering us with things like “He is an American Treasure” and “His songs are the American Songbook.” So their Dad broke down and bought us tickets to see Billy last night at the Hollywood Bowl.
My family and I live in Inland So Cal, or, to folks from LA, the boonies. LA isn’t that far way but you have to figure in traffic and accidents on the freeway, and finding dinner….so we left at 5 p.m. from our house, swung by to pick up youngest daughter from college, picked up dinner, got caught in the traffic jam from one accident on the freeway, finally got to the Hollywood Bowl, and were sitting and ready to go by 7:30. Whoo hoo!
The opening act played from 8 to 8:30 (Gavin Degraw) and Billy came on about 9. He played until 11:30 or so and then the capacity crowd for the sold out concert tried to get home. Oh my…For one thing, the Bowl has stacked parking. If the people around you don’t get to their cars and get a move on, you don’t either. It took forever to get out of there. Then there were just so many cars. And we were being funneled out onto the streets of Hollywood on a Saturday night. For your information, Hollywood at 12:30 on a Saturday night is a hopping place. Before you could say “Lets Party” we were traveling past (or on) such famous streets as Hollywood Boulevard and the Sunset Strip. But there was no freeway in sight. Finally, with the help of a less than stellar GPS app on a tiny cellphone, we got on the appropriate freeway pointed towards home. This is completely due to Hubby’s superior ability to navigate LA freeways. If it has been left to me. I would still be asking hookers in Hollywood where the nearest freeway was.
After dropping youngest off we got home about 1:30. By the time we fed the animals and I had a snack (dinner had happened 8 hours before and I was starving) I finally got to bed about 2:30. Blackie the cat was completely thrown off his schedule by our crazy antics and woke us all up at 5:45 by having a hissy fit. It was not appreciated. But he calmed down after that and I was able to go back to bed for a few more hours of sleep.
I am getting too old for this, folks! I told Hubby it would be a long time before anyone could talk me into going to a concert at the Hollywood Bowl again. Of course, tickets are already bought to see Fleetwood Mac in November at the Forum in Inglewood (or, for those of you who don’t live around here, just call it Los Angeles). Thank goodness they don’t have stacked parking there. I think I better start resting up tomorrow. November is only six month away!
Oh, before I forget, the concert was great, the girls loved it. The special guest for one song was Adam Levine, lead singer for Maroon Five. Eldest has loved that band for years so she was over the moon to have been in the same zip code as he was, let alone seeing him live. We had good seats and the pot smoking by adjacent concert gowers was minimal, so it was a good night.
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