Magical Evening

Every so often you have one of those nights where the stars are aligned and magic happens. My boys and I went to the IndieFest concert and experienced good music, fine company and no tornados. Son #2 got some merch: a CD and a keychain, plus some ice cream from the ice cream truck, so he was hap hap happy. He couldn't believe that he was only 3 feet away from the guy he bought the CD from when they were on stage -- his eyes were wide and his heart was open to the music, and my favorite local band did not disappoint. We were down front in the mosh pit and were all singing the chorus as the winds whipped and the lightening threatened off in the distance.

It was glorious. Son #1 was there -- he's here for a whirlwind 14-hour visit, she says sarcastically. I'll take him whenever I can get him, and I'm glad we had a good time, but damn I'd like to see him more. But if you want quality, we had it last night.

And as the lyric goes, "I sold my soul, for a gallon of gasoline."