Rock Chick

We did it. We got to the concert on time!

Several weeks of stressing amounted to nothing as two children were fed, bathed and off to bed like perfect little examples.

I had pre-prettied myself and all that was left to do was to change out of my mummy top and into my rock chick top. Brother in law in doorway jingling keys, sister in law reassuring me all would be fine, the man tapping his feet already in anticipation, and me, well, I was in a flap trying to work out a solution to every senario that may (or may not as it turned out) play out while we were gone.

So we were off, and on time too. Excitement set in as we crossed the harbour bridge, the realisation that not only were the man and I having a long time awaited night out without kids, but we were also off to see our favourites the Foo Fighters. And we weren't disappointed. The Vector Arena was jam packed with rock fans, a good percentage of them of our vintage. The band played for a good two hours with hilarious comedic interludes, and get this, part way through, a whole stage dropped down from the rooftop, instruments and all, talk about wow factor, the band then proceeded to play a set right there in the middle of the stadium - great for those of us down the far end, but not so great for those general admission folk up the front who'd queued for hours prior to get their prime spots, not to despair though, as eventually the band did make their way back to the original stage.

So all in all a fantastic night, and like our recent trip to Queenstown, I could rave on about it for ever. Next time they come, hopefully the boy will be old enough to take along. Through no fault of his own he is the worlds youngest Foo Fan, and I will speak for him when I say that his parents are very cool to have attended the worlds best rock concert!