Last Saturday night my husband and I went to a concert. One of our favorite bands from the eighties was playing at a local concert hall and so we decided it might be fun to go. Seeing as how it was an eighties band, I decided it would be fun to dress the part and so I wore my old leather mini skirt and pointed toe high heels. I completed the look by teasing my hair until it stood up high just like we used to do back then. We made all the arrangements for the kids and off we went.
We were surprised when we arrived at the concert hall. It was much more crowded then we thought it would be. There were people milling around everywhere. Some dressed and looked like me but there were a lot of the younger generation that were much to young to remember the eighties there too. Apparently the band had made a come back.
We entered and walked to the front of the building towards the stage. When the opening band came out a mob of people rushed to be close to the front. In all the confusion, with the pushing and shoving , somehow my husband and I got separated.
I searched through the faces in the crowd but could not see him anywhere. I figured the safest and smartest thing for me to do would be to stay put. I would watch the concert form where I was and he would either find me, or we would find each other after the concert was over.
The opening band was pretty good and put on a decent show. There wasn't long between bands when they had the lights turned back up, but I spent it looking for my hubby who was still nowhere in sight.