I think you have figured out by now that I live with the belief that the next 24 hours aren't guaranteed, so I might as well fill them with good stuff when I can. When your best friends text you and say that we're all going to see Bon Jovi, well, then, there's a few good hours filled up, eh?
I'm 45-going-on-46. So, Bon Jovi is definitely part of the soundtrack of my youth. I have been to a LOT of concerts, but somehow, Bon Jovi has never been one of them. I did meet Jon Bon Jovi in the spring of 1986, though. The band was in Boston for a show. At the time, Jon Bon Jovi was into fencing and it happened that UMASS/Boston, where I was a student, had a fencing studio. I don't remember how it came about, but I ended up escorting Jon Bon Jovi from one part of the campus to another. Damn that man was pretty--perfect teeth and the best hair in rock & roll, no question.
So I had my brush with fame, but I never saw him or his mates perform. Until last night. The band is celebrating 30 years of being together with their "Because We Can" tour. It was so. much. fun. Being with two of my besties tailgating and laughing and rocking out was great.
We were at Gillette Stadium, home of the World Champion New England Patriots, and the place seats 68,000 fans for a football game. The stadium wasn't completely filled, but there were easily 40,000 people there. Or rather, there were about 30,000 middle-aged women there and maybe 10,000 middle-aged men who were newly divorced and hoping that some of the lust for Bon Jovi would spill over onto them. Seriously. Jon Bon Jovi has aged well. That man is fine and still has the best hair in rock & roll. I have never seen so many hot-and-bothered middle-aged gals in one place. (I say that realizing that I'm one of those middle-aged women.)
I have to confess to worrying that maybe I'm too old to pull off a full-on tailgating-with-my-girlfriends-before-raising-cane-at-a-rock-concert. It's true that I might be too old for an embarrassing attempt at jumping into a mosh pit or faking the stamina for a three-day-festival with hipster bands or something like that. Last night, though, I realized something. EVERYONE--including the band--was my age or older. For the most part, nobody was trying to relive the glory days of their youth. We were all acting our age. We just happen to like to rock (and talk smack about hot guitar players). This age might not be so lame after all.