Again not really a blog, looking for any feed back on my essay that's to be turned in next week Tuesday. Need to make sure I don't change tension, have frag sentances and that it flows good.
Sharing a First Time Experience
There are many means one can achieve to be entertained. Ranges of TV shows, movies, music, sports, internet, books, and the list goes on, but even within these selections there are a variety of options, or genre. Depending on the person reading maybe more enjoyable than watching a movie or playing a sport is more engaging than listening to music. My choice of entertainment is music and sharing occasions with my son for the first or numerous times.
The day started with a half day at work before picking up my son and then driving to Milwaukee. I was finding it hard to focus on work; all I could think about was the up-coming event that I would be partaking with my son. By this point we had shared a lot of mommy and son trips; camping, visits to family in Ohio, Tony Hawk’s Boom Boom Hawk Jam, Packer games, and many more, this would be another memory for the scrap book.
I left work, picked my son up at school, double checked to make sure I had everything we needed, and we headed to Milwaukee. Not much happened on our way, except a call from my boss checking in on our trip, another “Thank you” to him for the free tickets. But little did I know I wouldn’t use those tickets; I had already paid for good seats. As we got closer, the butterflies were getting worked up in my tummy and I couldn’t even begin to image how my son was feeling by now. I still wasn’t sure where I was going, but sometimes letting caution go to the wind and trusting my instincts works out the best.
As we arrived in Milwaukee, I followed the electronic signs and made the decision to pull off at a park and ride. We would get on a bus and take it to our final destination. Stepping onto the bus I realized I didn’t have any singles to pay for the fair, so I ended up paying more than needed, but a small price to pay for the thrill I knew my son was going to have once we got there. This would also be his first time on a public bus.
The bus finally pulls up to the staging area to drop us off. We walk along the outside of the fenced in area to the ticket booth to be admitted in. I handed the tickets to the attendant, but because we had Will Call tickets we were told the price was all included so I could use the free tickets on another day. So there we were, Summerfest, the first time for the both of us, but the first time my son would be going to a concert to see a band, that at the time, he idolized.
We walked around a bit and found the stage that the band would be playing on; we entered and found seats. I don’t recall for sure all the bands that opened, except for one, Hoobastank. I remember listening to their song and didn’t realize who they were till they got to the chorus and I thought, “Boy they do not sound good live.” After a few set and band changes it was time for the main band to take stage and put on a performance that the audience had been waiting for. As the lights went dark, before the band took stage, a few members of the audience got a little rowdy with their language. When they turned and saw my son and me standing there, they apologized, but I told them they didn’t need to saying sorry. I wasn’t offended and my son knows better, plus if I were to be offended then I shouldn’t be taking my son to a Nickelback concert. It wasn’t like I could go up to the stage and say “Hey guys, can you keep it PG, my son’s in the audience and I don’t want him to hear that kind of language.”
Lights flashed and sparks flew up from their canisters, bam there was Nickelback on the stage rocking it out. I look over to my son to see his face, and he had a grin from ear to ear, and he was right there with every beat on every word. We attempted to take video and pictures, but it was too dark and the phone capability that we had at that time wasn’t the greatest. The only thing that would be going into the scrap book for this trip would be the tickets, but a memory bank full of pictures from that night that are conjured up whenever a Nickelback song plays.
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