Less than 24 hours... another post.... holy crap

Kids are in Iowa this weekend with their Meemaw and P-paw. Nikki and I are going to her 15 year highschool reunion. While there we're visiting my brothers for a bit. Might be coming back home late tonight. Don't know right now.

Last year was my 2oth high school reunion, I didn't go. I haven't been to any of mine. I'm one of those people that doesn't look back on his high school years with fondness. I wasn't picked on really. It was just like now, I'm pretty much indifferent when it comes to most people. I don't feel a need to see those people again and relive the "good ol' days". It's just not me.

I've got no real plans to ever go to mine. Am I anti-social? Yeah, probably. I actually had a very brief conversation with a classmate of mine around our 10th reunion.

I just happened to be in my hometown that year, totally unaware of the reunion going on, and I was in the Wal-Mart when he walked up. He was like: "Kenny, you going to the reunion tonight?" Me: "No" Him: "Why not? You not like us?" All the while with a big grin on his face. Me: "Not really" Him: as smile melts. "Oh. Well I'll see you around." Now, was that a bit cold? Yeah. But, oh well. That's just how I felt. I don't actually not like them. I'm just basically indifferent. They were part of my life for a few years. I wasn't really one of "them". I couldn't care less now. Oh well.

Gotta go.

Kenny

So anyway....

Last week, exactly a week ago, my wife and I went to see (in my opinion) the greatest rock band touring right now. The mighty CLUTCH. (I post about them a lot)

Anyway, the thing that made this Clutch show special was that we took our daughter. It was her first concert. It was a great evening. She'd get a bit bored during some of their extended jam parts but she'd perk right up when they started playing a song she knew and she'd be singing along. It was great. The highlight for her and me too, was right before the encore, the band came out and the drummer had the harmonica player hand Corey his drumsticks. She loved it. The crowd around us was just a bit jealous. It was awesome. She didn't let go of those sticks for a couple days. She took them to school along with her ticket stub to show her classmates.

Hopefully this was just the first of many concert experiences we'll be able to share with our daughter.

Perfect night.

Gotta go!

Kenny