Two new adventures last night. First, helping Pam (my sis-in-law) at the door taking tickets and checking IDs at the Eagles. Second, a metal music show. I took out my hearing aids for this one, opting for foam earplugs instead. And what fun!
Can a 59-year-old fall in love with a genre so riotous? Yes! I felt like a child lining a parade route, horns and drums pounding a primal reverberation in my chest.
And the crowd? The range of ages was staggering. The leathers and spikes and tattoos and chained wallets were donned by nice people. They were old and young. I saw shorts, dresses, boots, denims, nose rings, dreads, shaved heads and sweaty jumping folks.
It was such fun!
Would I do this again someday. Yes! Only maybe I’ll try a henna tattoo in one my arm first, LOL. Hey, I gotta start small. 😉
Photo credit 20120413 – Heavy Metal – 72 by T. Kenbrock
My sister, Nettie, introduced me to Coke and peanuts. I guess it was a “thing” way back when. With my first ever bottle of Coke laced with peanuts on the bottom, I awoke to the dynamic duo of sweet and salty. My love affair with the combo ensued.
When I think of Coke, I think of Nettie. Bet she would have gotten a kick out of these “Coke Bottle Women” by Cranky Messiah.
The photographer writes that he shot this from his truck. He spotted the art on the side of a building in Baltimore, Maryland.
Via daily prompt: Bottle
In some families pregnant women abound, but not mine.
I saw my niece yesterday, happily reminded of all the excitement and hope reflected in her pregnant form.
She radiates. Sometimes you catch a glimpse of exhaustion. Sometimes a glow. Her smile reminds that her life has changed forever. I have time now to watch, listen, and let the moments in.
When chaos is stilled it is a joy to soak up the rays of a new life on the horizon.
via Daily Prompt: Radiate
photo: The Pregnant Woman by Tobias Abel