[honeychile]

...And mr. honeychile can't understand why I don't enjoy going to concerts any more!

By the time you've paid for the tickets, ticketbast***, parking, his & her t-shirts, and one drink each, the last thing I need is the screaming, the pushing, the shoving, and the contact high. But oh, wait! Since mr. honeychile loves the Grateful Dead, and heaven only knows if they may play one song with ONE NOTE's difference, we must go to each one within a 600 mile radius! Then there's always the "I took an acid trip in 1969 and haven't come down yet" person dancing like one of Jerry's kids in the aisle, and the younger "I'm on my first acid trip and oh man is it a bad one hey there's snakes growing out of your head look at the pretty music can't you see the colors?" teenager who is freaking out right next to you. And let's not forget the traffic, when EVERYONE must, by some freakin' law, play their favorite cd on the way out of the parking lot loud enough to share with everyone else.

I'll just stop here, but I could go on and on. The day I thought, "I don't care if I ever go to another concert again," was one of my life's best epiphanies.