My friends and I made a pact when we were about 23. Life had become more like real life then a party at that point, and we were not to thrilled with the concept of growing up. We made a pact that we would all get together at least once a year and go see a really good concert, or just one that reminded us of our youth.
Last year was a blast. We went to see this traveling hair band show with people like Vince Neil and Poison. It was crazy, we didn't really behave ourselves, and almost got thrown in jail. This is a story for another time, though.
This year we chose Van Halen. As our stretch limo arrived to pick the nine of us up, we were dismayed to find out limo's are now mostly "non-smoking". Most everyone has quit smoking by now, but when we relive our youth, we really relive our youth.
To soothe our pain, we just drank as much as humanly possible during the 45 minute drive to the United Center. Some of us *looks innocent* landed on their butts while trying to exit the limo. We were way out of control.
So the highlight of the evening was when H. threw up in the garbage can during Mr. Van Halen's guitar solo. She was embarrassed as you can imagine, but when we said "What would your 17 year old self do?" she replied, "Pass the bottle!"
Ahhh, it don't get no better then that...Especially when you are with a bunch of thirty-somethings. I can just image what a TV show about us would look like...