Worse for Wear

Manhattans/ Manhattan - a drink a / a city. John and I seemed to have had similar experiences, however, he was a little worse for wear on day two than I was. I rallied - he could barely muster the energy to pick up the blue bamboo we had ordered.

But I did get him to rally - for an hour - then there was football... a Sunday tradition.

Monday, cousin Rebecca sent me a text:
Still on for tomorrow?
Tomorrow? (hmmm - I had a business dinner at Farmer Browns...)
M.I.A. - with Ruby at the Fox
Crap. Yes - of course. see you at 8:30.

Ruby is Rebecca's 11 (nearly 12) year old daughter, cute as a button. I had committed, so I agreed to bring John. I did an after dinner dash to BART and met John in front of the theater. Cousins were awaiting our arrival. Thankfully Reba had ordered reserved seats, so we weren't in the moss pit area and we could hid from the throngs of 20-somethings and tweens. M.I.A. also known as Maya had a hit song in the move "Slumdog Millionaire. "

The concert was shear torture. The opening act was a group of young rappers from Bal'more, hopping around the stage to the reverberation of an amped up bass. I'm sure they were rapping about something relevant to young, urban youth, but it was indecipherable to me.

After that, we had a brief respite with a fairly adept DJ and then came M.I.A - I had thought, expected something along the lines of say, Kei$ha or Rhiannon, but no... I got M.I.A. a young, British black girl who jumped around the stage chanting (not to be confused with rapping) to techno-like music. There were two mildly entertaining male dancers and three back up singers in burquas. After a quick bathroom break, where I met twenty-somethings hugging the porcelain, I returned to my seat. It was at that point when I leaned over to "whisper" (like you whisper at a concert... hello!) to my cousin, "that's it! I'm done. It's official. I'm old! I don't get it." and with that, I gave both cousins a hug and grabbed John for an exit, stage left.

We debriefed:

Was it as bad as I thought it was?
It was pretty bad
So that's what 'the kids' are listening to now
Guess so.

And with that, I passed into the next generation.