The Crue

Last night, we had to find an emergency babysitter because my beloved needed to go see The Crue.  Motley Crue.  Yeah, baby.

I had to teach.  During the course of class, I broached the topic that my beloved had gone to see Motley Crue.  My students, who range in age from 18 to 47 and I'm sure do not know what a motley crew is, were amused.  One of them, who works at a local rock radio station, said she'd just had an extra pair of fourth-row seats.  I hate to even tell that to my beloved.

He came home after my bedtime. This morning, I inquired into the status of an '80s metal band.  He said they looked good, except for the guitarist.  He also said he was one of the youngest people there.  Let me be specific:  my beloved and I are not spring chickens. We are officially "in our thirties."  Then he said, "I saw a lot of fishnet and leather."

"Fishnet and leather."  "People older than us."

"Old people wearing fishnet and leather."

"Ew."

People, that's great if you want to go relive the prom days and thrust your fists in air for freedom.  But trust me, if you have ever set foot into a Casual Corner or Joann Fabrics, you do not need to be traipsing around in public wearing fishnet and leather.  I'm sorry. You just don't.