Granddaughter Amber was here last Saturday to spend the night. She made this peculiar statement: "Grandma, I sure hope you feel like going to Van's next year, because this year I went with my friend, and she didn't want to stay long."
Huh? What's up with that? Since when does a twenty-year-old girl prefer going to a punk-rock concert with Grandma rather than going with friends?
I have to say I love the experience. I'd have gone to my grave without ever having been trapped in a mosh pit, if not for Van's. You like people-watching? Hey folks, this is the place! The only reason I didn't go this year is that my knees don't like standing in one spot on concrete on a 100-degree day.
Well, you can bet your sweet bippy that next year I'll try to go, even if I have to stay in the air-conditioned "old-people's-tent" half the time.
Brett, are you interested in going again? Arick? Anyone?
Oh, and I think granddaughter Monica might be old enough by then.
2 comments:
You are indeed a "cool grandma""!!!
Your "grands" think you are cool and so do we.
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