Once Bitten Twice Stoned

"Yeah, Mick and the boys are old farts, but they can still rock and roll with the best of them. John Mayer was their opening act…he kinda sucked…"

Word up, Mom! Monday night she went to see the Rolling Stones. Again. 40 years after her first concert ever. Mom attended that show with Pop-pop on May 1, 1965. She was 13 then. Sunday night, Uncle Jim called with two extra tickets to the concert in Philadelphia. In her words, my brother, a man who tunes into the hip hop and rap stations rather than those playing classic rock, was a "good sport" and agreed to go with her.

Are you kidding me? I am left with a few nagging thoughts and questions...

1) Damn, I am jealous.
2) Did Mick sing Painted Black?
3) What did Anthony wear to the concert? Did he wear a jersey?
4) What did Mom wear to the concert? A cardigan sweater set?
5) Sweet! Mom and I now agree on 3 bands! The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, and now John Mayer.
6) Dad is such a dork. I can't believe he didn't want to go.
7) Mom rules for not even asking him...
8) Mom is having a rocking year. All this on top of the Italy trip.
9) No offense to Pop-pop and Anthony, but Mom needs to hit up one of these concerts at some point with someone who is another fan.
10) For that someone to be me, do I have to move back East?

Just joking, Ma. I think it's pretty cool that you got to share your first and most recent Stones concerts with your dad and son, respectively. Do think you might be able to pick ME the next time you plan on hitting up a good show? At this rate, I wouldn't be surprised if Mick is still at it in 2045. You'll be 96 years young, so no excuses.

Consider this a Save the Date!