Long ago, we bought tickets for last night's Sheryl Crow concert. The plan was that M. would come spend the evening with the girls and we would have a night out. When MD got sick, we weren't so sure we would still go. But clearly, the girls were in need of a dose of the Amazing M. so we asked her to come anyways. MD had a very restful weekend and was now suffering from a severe case of cabin fever. So we took a big chance and chose to go to the concert anyways, though I made him promise not to yell or sing. This was going to be hard for him, because the opening act was actually the reason we were going to the show in the first place, Jim Cuddy, of Blue Rodeo, was opening for Sheryl Crow. And the IVs were perfectly timed to be right before and right after the concert,though we did skip the encore.
I ended up taking out my Gerrard Darel, Paris-bought leather jacket out for the first time and off we went. It was a very quiet night for us, we sat nicely in our seats and clapped politely. There was no dancing in the aisle or screamign at the top of our lungs, and there was most certainly no hanging by the stage doors to get back stage.
But thanks to Gerrard and Jim and Sheryl, and of course, to the Amazing M., we all got a dose of some alternative medecine: a little fun!