My parents have 6 grandbabies, 4 of whom share a birthday week. In the years past, we have tried to separate the birthday celebrations, but with the recent addition of #4 after a dramatic pregnancy, we were either in hospital, just too tired, or both.
This years cake shared by #1, 2 & 4, reads 'Happy Birthdays'.
Lucas (#1) & Henry (#2) celebrated their birthday adventure together by being hip, & young at a Matisyahu concert.
Matisyhau is about Henry's most favorite musical person currently. So we were all really excited!
The concert venue was a really cool city block, with a bar & grill on the North side, the open stage on the South side, and picnic tables spread here & there in the middle.
It was really great to be able to get yummy food (I could swim in the hummus) & have access to a real toilet, on such a nice night.
The downside to being hip & young-
I saw westboro for the first time in my life. Amazing, considering that I lived in Kansas, where they sadly have originated, for 22 years. It was a great chance to talk to the boys about hate & how much G-d loves you bunches.
There were pot takers. I am proud to say that doing drugs was a deviance that I avoided. Not once had I ever knowingly been around anyone taking pot, or anything else.
Young people in love.....I can remember being that age and totally ambivalent to anything going on around me, but my time was before twerking & gyrating became common place.
The opening band, funnily enough, was called 'Radical Something'. I spent a lot of the evening referring to them as 'Radically Something', as in, I know there was a 2nd word, but I couldn't remember it. If I was less old, and significantly more hip then I ever was, maybe I would have enjoyed their music more. They seemed to be big fans of certain words & certain fingers, that gave my Mommy heart palpitations. I didn't have enough hands to cover 4 eyes or 4 ears at once- thankfully, I think the boys missed most of the words. They were very peppy & energetic performers, specially enjoyed by the drunk Jimmy Buffet Grandpa behind us.
Then this happened------>
And it was magic!
The music was great, even better when it was a song that we recognized.
As far as performers go, I was surprised by the amount of not talking. There is usually a friendly banter going on between songs.
Having only been to concerts featuring country acts after rodeos, & never having been to a reggae rap show before, maybe that's just how it goes. I don't know.
There was a funny exchange when the drunk guy in the back started yelling for a song that had been done already.
Somehow we made it to the end. Both boys were done in, & it was way past bedtime. Henry's poor feet, even in his new fancy shoes, were pretty achy.
I kept encouraging them for just 1 more song, just one more.
& we made it!
Matis finished his song, & walked off stage to wait for the encore. Because of the section we were in, we were able to go around the corner, right where he was- just separated by a chain link fence. I knew we weren't going to hang around by the buses to meet him, so I did the only thing to be done-->
I pushed Henry up to the fence & shouted, 'This is Henry & it's his birthday!'
Then the clouds (of smoke) parted and Matisyahu came up to the fence, & I thought Henry was going to fall over.
& in what seemed like slow motion, he reached over the fence, shook Henry's hand and wished him a happy birthday.
Time stopped.
As the Mom, I would have given my spleen to have Henry's song played, & a picture of them together.
But, to have those 3 totally engaged seconds, probably could never have been topped, & I don't think anyone who witnessed the interaction will soon forget it.
Thank you to everyone who made this such a special night!
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