I've waited here for you .. everlong

There are some things in life you look forward to with great joy and eagerness: graduation, your wedding day, the birth of a child, your first Foo Fighters concert.

It was everything I expected and then some. It was loud, raucous, long, with lots of screaming and enough strobe lights to generate a grand mal seizure. But it was also a little heart wrenching, tear inducing and fantastic. I did cry a little when they first came on stage. I banged my head until my neck was sore. I sang until my voice was hoarse and I groped my husband in the dark.

Dave was funny, liberally applied the f-word and rocked the hell out of his guitar. I’d say it was one of the best concerts I’ve ever seen, second only to Pink Floyd, which – well, they are just gods so you can’t really blame me.

I did add those lovely pink streaks to my hair, which only marked me as a minor freak in this crowd.

I was reminded again why music is so important to me. This particular band has the most singles in the soundtrack of my life. They played the anthem of my pregnancy. They co-wrote the overture for my love/hate relationship with the yet-to-be-named tax preparation company. And their latest album represents the soundstage for my part-time mommy status. I know every song by heart.

Why them? I don’t know. They fit me best. I forsee a long, loving relationship in the future. As Dave's voice reverberated in my ear, "I won't go getting tired of you ..."