Magnificent Bastard

Saturday night was the debut of my husband’s band, Magnificent Bastard at the local watering hole, The Hummingbird, my first night out with adult beverages and a babysitter in months and a late-night party back at our place that went until dawn. Although I was up late, I had little to drink and thus enjoyed more of the evening, night, dawn, early morning and the next day than I had expected. So I have a couple of realizations:

1) Some might say that my husband was always a magnificent bastard, but now he’s proclaimed it to the world and is making quite a splash being one. I have to admit it’s kind of sexy. Don’t know why and my feminist friends will probably bother me about it.

2) The band I’ve been listening to through a door, wall and floor sound better live on a decent stage with a sound system. They really are good. I suspected it, but can’t really tell when I’m listening to them behind the TV through all the soundproofing.

3) I can still drink, but my long abstinence has taught me that it’s not necessary to drink to excess. Just because some is good does not mean that more is better. I am nevertheless way too fucking old to stay up partying til six am whether or not my last two beverages were cups of orange juice.

4) I really do like the guys in the band. On top of being great musicians, they’re each and every one of them absolutely cool, smart and fun guys. This would not be important unless you realize that I spend two evenings a week with them one way or the other and because they’re cool, I don’t even mind the noise.

5) Connor loves music. I wonder if its because he hears so much of it behind doors, floors and walls. To hear it live and clear must be like having an RCA crank phonograph get traded in for a Kenwood stereo with Bose speakers.

6) I still love music, love going out and hanging out, but don’t love tight crowds, fussy old biddies who sit at a bar packed three deep with people trying to get drinks and then give you a dirty look when you brush their sleeves, or freeloaders who tip up and guzzle from the one bottle of bourbon you haven’t finished by 1am, when folks are still coming in to the party. I should have slapped that boy.

7) I owe the overworked and very busy folks at The Rookery an apology. I forgot that my friend paid our second tab and that I had given her cash. No-one needed to go looking for that second credit card receipt as busy as they were.

8) Personal thanks to my trainer, BJ, by whose hard work I was able to wear a pair of jeans on Saturday without giving myself a hernia.

Okay, back to school now and serious things of the mind. Just thought I’d say thanks to Magnificent Bastard for a great show.