"I'm a little bit country...and I'm a little bit rock and roll..." Well, we are a little bit country, but we're a whole lot of rock and roll around here. Sure, I turn on the country music and wail to the tunes, but there's nothing like the sounds of good old fashioned rock & roll!
Yesterday afternoon Hon said he wanted to take me to the Obetz Zucchinifest. Hmmmmm, I thought...where is Obetz and why to a zucchini festival? Maybe because we didn't grow a plethora of zucchini this year. Might make for an interesting date, I suppose. Well, let me tell you, it was a fantastic date! You see, the Obetz Zucchinifest was having a free concert last night - Jaon Jett and the Blackhearts. Totally free. No parking fee, no entrance fee, no concert fee. F.R.E.E. We took a couple of folding chairs, told the kids to behave themselves (it's grand, by the way when there's a child old enough to keep an eye on the others), and off we went.
Obetz is about an hour from here. No big deal, we're used to driving to places. It was a nice drive and we enjoyed talking about whatever came to mind. When we got to Obetz there was a good bit of traffic, but everyone was cordial and parking went easy. Then it was off to the baseball field for the concert. I just love, by the way, that the concert was at home plate. Chairs in hand we walked the distance easily, found ourselves a good spot, and plunked ourselves down. Then Hon asked if I wanted something to eat. Uh, yeeeeaaah, I thought...we're at a festival. I also wondered if they had fried cheese on a stick, but decided to hold that thought since I'm going to start exercising tomorrow to get rid of the excess fried cheese baggage - but that's a story for another time. Then Hon went off in search of some sort of festival delectable while I did some people watching. Well, he found it. He came back with two of those luscious powdered sugar topped funnel cakes...and a soda to share...diet of course. We munched away on our funnel cakes and shared our drink while we waited for the show to start. I must admit, I did NOT eat a good portion of my funnel cake. I just couldn't do it. I kept hearing Jillian Michaels scolding me in my head about starting to exercise tomorrow.
Before Joan Jett and the Blackhearts began playing, this wonderful little girl with the most beautiful voice sang the National Anthem. Major kudos to her for hitting those particularly high notes that I can only dream of reaching. Then the Major of Obetz said a few words. Nice man, by the way. After that the moment had arrived...Joan Jett and the Blackhearts took the stage. They belted out familiar tunes like Cherry Bomb, Crimson and Clover, and I Love Rock and Roll. Then also took it a step further and sung some totally new songs that haven't been released yet like one called "TMI." They played the new songs in totally awesome Joan Jett style, delivering a message along with an opinion in rock and rolls style. All in all, they performed for about 1 1/2 hours. We danced, we sang, we had a blast!
I want to thank the city (town? village?) of Obetz, the Obetz Zucchinifest, Capital City Trailers, and Scioto Downs Racino for sponsoring this wonderful event. We truly appreciate all the funds that must have gone into getting Joan Jett and the Blackhearts out to the festival. Last night you gave us a fantastic date night.
I also want to make sure and thank the woman in front of us with the blue knit pants, grey shirt, and pink baseball cap for the consistent show of, hmmmmm, how should I put it nicely..."crack." The way the moonlight lit up your backside is something that will be embedded in my mind for quite some time. Nothing like sporting a "crack in your moon" for such a long time without a care in the world. Might I suggest trying a pair of pants that sport belt loops...and a belt? Folks behind you would really appreciate it.
So, there you have it folks. Hon took me on an awesome date last night. I hadn't been to a concert since he took me to Aerosmith a couple of years ago.
I'm the queen of our farm, although the animals haven't figured that out yet. My title is Head Chicken Wrangler, but most days I'm called Mom. Life is a comedy and I plan on documenting it.