Crowd surfing and mosh-pitting

“No crowd surfing or mosh pitting. I’m serious. I’ll take you out.”

Yup. Just heard that.

Brian and I are downtown at Stubb’s waiting to hear one of his favorite bands of all time– The Smashing Pumpkins. Yup. Just said that. I’m at a Smashing Pumpkins show. Me. Folksy, bluesy, indie me. But I love my husband. And they serve beer here. So I’m good.

He’s excited and I’m excited for him. Wish I’d brought earplugs, though. Or my mosh pitting shoes. Sigh.