Once in a while, the stars align. Even with no tickets and no way of affording tickets that ran from $250-$500 each, I was determined to attend the Rock Hall induction ceremony. Tickets for the general public had sold out in four minutes the day they went on sale.
For weeks, I told everyone I would be in Public Auditorium on Saturday no matter what. My motto was “I’m going. I just don’t know how yet.” As the show neared, I almost accepted defeat and planned an alternate “Anti-induction night out.”
Friday morning my mom calls to inform me the Rock Hall was selling last minute tickets for the lousiest seats in the place. Thanks mom! Bad seats are better than no seats. I was fortunate to get my hands on two tickets.
Honestly, the seats weren’t bad either. We could see the bands just fine. The only thing we couldn’t see was the screen behind them. No biggie.
Like I said, I was determined to be at the concert. And I was. I’ll say, even without Axl, Guns N’ Roses put on an incredible performance. Still, it would’ve been sweet to see them reunite on stage. RHCP was outstanding as always, but Anthony Kiedis no longer looks hot without a shirt. Oh, the joys of aging. We are all heading down that path quickly though, aren’t we? I’ll probably sound lame, but Donovan and John Mellencamp’s rendition of “Season of the Witch” was stellar. I’m a big closet Donovan fan.
Other times, the stars do not align. I met a Match.com guy out for a drink tonight (only one as I’m about to massively cut back on alcohol consumption to get ready for summer bikini season). There is no way in hell this guy was straight. I didn’t notice his ride until we left, not that it would’ve mattered at that point. He drove a station wagon.
Because nothing screams masculinity like a station wagon. For real, what guy buys a station wagon? Drive a pick-up, Kia, a Prius… I don’t care that much. Under no circumstances is a station wagon (or mini van) an acceptable mode of transportation for a 32-year-old child-free professional male. This was definitely not a crossover that resembled a station wagon. It was a full on station wagon.
The Rock Hall induction concert tickets worked out. Now all I need is to meet a straight, non-alcoholic man who doesn’t creep me out or cheat. Having some chemistry between us wouldn’t hurt either. It’s about time for the stars to align and remove me from Cleveland dating hell.
If there’s a such thing as karma. I should be absolved from any past ills by now. I haven’t done anything that horrid to deserve being trapped in the Cleveland dating scene for this long. It’s getting ridiculous.