Dude, we were RAWKIN'!

Today is not your ordinary Monday, but a day spent recovering from last night's super RAWKIN' show of A Perfect Circle in San Jose. With the boy safely deposited at grandparents, we made our way to the Bay Area, a nice dinner and book shopping in San Francisco, a quick bookstore jaunt in another neighborhood. Then we made our way to San Jose via 280, a beautiful drive from SF. We were leaving the parking garage to go to the venue, and wanted to kill a little bit of time beforehand--a latte would have been perfect. We were going to ask someone and saw a nice peace officer moving a road barrier--"Excuse me, is there a place around here to get a coffee before the show?" His answer? "There's a 7-Eleven around the corner." David's pithy observation after this exchange: "ask a cop question, get a cop answer."

We felt both older beyond our years, and like we were kids again, rawkin' at a rawkin' show. The band was very tight and played all the thrashy good songs. Maynard was clever. No one barfed on us or spilled beer on us. Our car was intact when we returned. We enjoyed the good rawkin' tunes and are now getting back to reality. We're hungover from the exposure to the toxins (cigarette and "other" smoke, car exhaust, city fumes), rather than any ingestion of them, so are pushing the antioxidants today. It's the oldster's way of recovering. It feels good to still be able to go out like that once in a while....