Katie's First Rock Concert

Tonight, I walked Blazer, worked out, answered emails, cooked spaghetti, and went to a punk rock concert.

You might need a little background info: Brent has a childhood friend named Doug. They used to play together in Richmond when they were like 6. Doug then moved away to New Jersey and started a band. They haven't seen eachother in about 20 years. He is now a relatively well known rock artist in the band "Safetysuit". His band was coming through Houston as the opening act for a band called "Seether" (doesn't that just sound scary?!) Brent called me at 6:30 and said he would pick me up at 8:00 "to see a band". I was confused, but I agreed.

If you know Brent and I AT ALL, I hope you are already laughing at the thought of us at a punk rock concert. But it gets better. Let me paint you a mind movie. Gathered around a bar/theater/arena in downtown Houston is a group of apathetic looking teens/young adults wearing all black with lots of piercings and smoking. Up walk Brent & I, hand in hand. I'm wearing my "Seven" jeans, a sleeveless top from Express that I deemed the most "rocker" item in my closet, my pointy toe Nine West heels, and my Coach purse. Brent is also decked out in his rocker gear: fancy jeans, New Balance shoes, and a pink Brooks Brothers polo. To say we stuck out like a sore thumb is an understatement. I started laughing before we even went in.

There was a huge line of people waiting to get tickets. We had tickets at 'will call' (um, what?) so we went to the front of the line, laughing. Then we went through security. The security guard shined a flashlight in my Coach purse and ordered me to take out all of my pens (5 of them, and they were good ones, too.) She then made me throw them in the trash. Why? Because they could be used as weapons or for vandalism. At this point I told Brent I was kind of scared. We entered a pitch black room that could only be described as a warehouse with a bar where everyone was standing up and listening to a band that was shaking the floor, walls, and ceiling. At this point I was laughing uncontrollably and told Brent, "I am totally blogging about this!" It was hilarious. So we stood and listened to his friend's band (which was actually pretty good) and then wandered around. I was "people watching", but I'm pretty sure we were the one being watched!

As proof that I really was there, here's my favorite depiction of the fans at this concert. I'll let you use your imagination to decipher what this classy gentleman with the ponytail has on his shirt.
As further proof, here is a blurry picture of me taken on my I-phone with the lead singer of the band "Safetysuit" (Brent's friend Doug). I mean, we were like punk rock VIPs! To his credit, Doug was a VERY nice guy and I found out he's a strong Christian and has a wife back in Nashville. Who knew? Maybe we'll frequent punk rock concerts more often. Oh, I forgot to mention that my mother-in-law was also at the concert (hi Vicky!) and she looked way cooler than us. She nicely suggested that Brent and I "Get out more often". Point taken. I'm going to go download some punk rock on iTunes...