For Valentines day my hubby relaxed his No More Tickets rule and bought us tickets to see a favourite band of ours, 90s Irish Alternative rock band, Ash. Considering we don’t do Valentines day, I was pleasantly surprised!
We bonded over their music during our early dating days and saw them live after just a couple of months together. One of their songs was on our Wedding Album, so we were pretty excited to re-live this happy time in our lives.
We dropped our2morrows off for a sleep over at their grandparents and off we went on our date night, starting at the Opera Bar for cocktails, then moving on to dinner, before arriving at the venue just before 9pm. The tickets stated 8pm start time so we thought we’d catch a bit of the support band before Ash came on.
But there was no one around, not a soul. We wondered if we had the right venue. Turns out we did, and the girl on the front door told us that the support band didn’t start until after 9pm, with Ash not due to start until after 10:15pm. We were un-fashionably early.
So off we went to the local pub to kill some time and perk ourselves up with a few drinks. I could have really done with a pot of chamomile tea and a nanna blankie over my knees at this point in time, but there was a cool muso at the pub, playing some classic rock on his guitar taking requests which was fun and killed a bit of time.
We finally got back to the gig and found a place to perch near the bar with a good view of the stage. We ordered our drinks, beer in a can of course. Just like old times.
The crowd started to turn up with an average age of about 35. Awesome, we felt right at home.
Then Ash started playing and the crowd went crazy and it was hilarious! Late 30s & 40 somethings let loose for the first time in years. But it was seriously the nicest crowd I’ve ever seen at a rock gig. They cleared a bit of space when you walked through the crowd and there were ladies in their late 30s moshing with very lady like handbags on their shoulders.
The band then played one of our wedding songs and hubby who by this stage had consumed many more beers in a can than I had, dragged me up the front and before I knew it we too were moshing! And it was so much fun!
It was the safest I’ve ever felt in a mosh pit ever. Last time we moshed properly was at the big day out where hubby got bitten on the shoulder by a crazy chick during Metallica’s set. Classy!
There was no shoulder biting going on here thank god. Although hubby did get bourbon spilled on his shirt and my shoes stuck to the sticky bourbon covered floor. Yep, just like old times.
But the music was good, so we moshed!
And for a brief moment, we were in our early 20s again.
And it was fun.
Oh so fun.
Then it finished, and we rushed to beat the queue and get a cab.
And my ears were ringing.
And they were still ringing most of Sunday as we navigated the Sunday hungover… with kids.
And suddenly it was back to reality. We’re not 20 somethings anymore… and I’m glad we’re not. But damn it was fun pretending we were again. Just for a short time.
If the music is good, you mosh!
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