Aerosmith was awesome!
At least, that's what I hear. I wouldn't know, since I wasn't there.
Some of you know that I was going to see Aerosmith on Saturday night with my mom. Well, my stepdad ended up not having to work, so I gave him my ticket. I thought it would be nice for the two of them to go out and do something together--plus, as you know from Nikki's blog, he's a big music guy and I knew he'd like it.
Unfortunately, my sister and Nick also got tickets to this same concert. They waited, of course, until the last minute to try to find a babysitter. Once Big Mouth Mom let it slip that I was no longer going, I got the full-court press to watch her kids. Now mind you, I don't just mean, "Hey, can you watch my kids?" (Cuz I said no. Like 4 times. I was either going to stay home and relax, since I had opened that day and was tired as hell, or go to the originally planned Girls' Night.) Katey, who feels that the world owes her a babysitter, kept asking and asking. Nosy Ass Mom got involved, too ("PLEASE watch them"). I finally gave up when Katey got the kids into it, as well (Paige: "Why won't you watch us, Aunt Jenny?").
The kids were still up when they got picked up at 1 am. The two younger ones were still running around like crazy people (mind you, they're 3 and 2. They WOULDN'T SLEEP. It was probably due to the TWO birthday parties we had gone to earlier in the day. They were hopped up on cake and ice cream).
I would have had a quieter, more relaxing night at the rock concert.