After last year's Bob Dylan concert experience, Mommy and Daddy agreed, this year we would be doing Bob differently! Mommy and Daddy celebrate our anniversary every year by going to see Dylan in concert. Last year Mommy and Daddy made it back to our hotel, but had no memory of how we made it back (very scary), plus the transmission in our car pooped out the next day, which resulted in Daddy having to drive back a couple of weeks later (after a 3 1/2 hour car ride) to pick up our fixed car, $2,000 dollars in damages, ugggh! So, this year we decided we would share the Dylan experience and make it a family event. However, Daddy's back surgery has had him down and out longer than anyone anticipated. Mommy insisted that Daddy stay home... no way could I manage you two little rug rats by myself, while caring for Daddy who can hardly walk or talk! Daddy suggested that we ask Sean Franky to go with us. Luckily Sean Franky was free and agreed to accompany us to Dylan! YAY!
Mommy played with you both all morning long while tending to things around the house that needed to be done, of course, and then you two went down for a nap. Mommy took care of the hounds, felines, and packed the stroller in car for the concert. By the time Mommy finished, you two woke up from your naps, roaring and ready to go. Mommy knew it was going to be a long night, and Mommy was already exhausted from today and the past week... so Mommy and Daddy closed off the living room, and while you two played, Mommy and Daddy snoozed on the couches.. well, as much as you can snooze with you two jumping on me and even Daddy! It was getting close to concert time, so Mommy left you both in Daddy's hands, oh boy, and so I got dressed and put on some makeup. Unfortunately for Daddy, this was your guy's new "crazy time," and all I heard was, "No, No, No..." Mommy felt bad because you two really get out of control in the evenings these days. Mommy rushed and got last minute items packed when GiGi and Grandmoo showed up to bring Daddy dinner and some goodies. They squealed when they laid eyes on the two of you in your concert suits! Jude, they said you looked like a little five year old man ha/ha and Bodhi, you little hippie princess, you looked so stinkin' sweet! After some pictures we hit the road, blowing in the wind!
Franky and Mommy had never attended a concert at White River State Park in Indy, so we relied on our navigation, which led us astray a bit. We eventually made it, making the horrible mistake of parking in a hotel parking garage, which set us back $20.00 dollars, but we eventually arrived safely. Bob was already playing and there was no where to sit (in the lawn) so we sat in the very back, and Bodhi, that's when you had a total meltdown. You were crying hysterically and saying, "that's not Bob Dylan," and "I can't see Bob." Oh man! After a couple of walks, both with Franky and myself, we finally got you back to "Happy Bodhi," you danced and had a blast. You and little man Buddha spent most of the concert running up and down the hill, while occassionally stopping to dance. Everyone got a kick out of the two of you. Then came the dreaded words, "Mommy, I have to go potty." Well, you can say your first "porta potty" experience was at a Bob Dylan concert... it was quite disgusting! We made it through though, despite you touching the urinal while asking, "what's this," I almost had a heart attack :).
After the concert we were all held up, Dylan's bus drove by. Jude, you were in Mommy's and you got to wave to Dylan as he drove by hee/hee Bodhi, you were in the stroller being pushed by Franky, but you too got to see the bus, but I don't think you knew that Dylan was inside. Mommy is sad that Daddy didn't get to enjoy watching you two at your first Dylan concert, but we'll go again next year.
Jude, you passed out immediately in the car. Bo, you stayed awake listening to Mommy and Franky talk hee/hee we stopped off at Starbucks to assist us with getting home, and Bodhi, you enjoyed a "not-so-hot hot chocolate," Franky tasted it and then named it, before giving it to you :) Franky's such a good big bro!
We made it home just after midnight, and off to bed you two went. Sweet Dylan dreams my sweet sweet babes :)
PS Mommy will add the video and cell phone concert pictures tomorrow. It's 1:00 a.m. and Mommy has to get up at 6am for work (I'm actually writing this Sunday night).
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| Pre-concert :) |
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| A nice Bob Dylan-goer snapped this shot... Bob Dylan between us :) |
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