Listen to Firsts
For a variety of reasons, there are a lot of basic things most people have done that I haven't. One of those is going to concerts. Today I went to the last Stern Grove concert of the summer. True, when I was four years old I went with my parents to a Smothers Brothers concert, but I think we all know that doesn't count.
For those not in the know, Stern Grove is this huge wooded area (that reminded me of Usdan, complete with gigantic hills) where free concerts are held each Sunday in the summertime. Until an annoucement was made, I was not in the know that Stern Grove is 100% smoke free.
Last week Trixie and I had a talk about doing more fun things in the Bay Area. We have this talk about once a month. A couple of years ago I was determined to experience San Francisco more than I'd ever experienced South Florida. That holds true now too. We tossed around the idea of going to the Jelly Belly factory, but nixed it for Stern Grove.
The concert started at 2 p.m., and we arrived a little after 1 p.m., armed with an old sheet to sit on, magazines, and bottled water. Trixie also brought a sandwich, but I did not - she'd said something about a picnic, but the concept is so foreign to me, as I've only been on one picnic in the last twenty years, that I couldn't think of what was picnic food. Of course as we walked through the crowds of people and I saw what they'd brought, I understood about the food, but it was too late by then.
We set up "camp" near a log, and the girl sitting next to us had the same sneakers as me. We were on a steep incline, and there was loose sand all over, which prompted me to whisper to Trixie that I bet a lot of people would fall walking around. "I'll keep an eye out for ya," she replied.
I took a few pictures, read my magazines and listened to fancy yet free music. We traded food with the people sitting next to us (no Mom, I didn't eat food from strangers). We yelled to a volunteer to stop when a little girl was running after him with a dollar to donate. We did not get sunburns (yay for shade). Oh, and I was right about people falling - we held our hands out at least half a dozen times each to people walking in front of us who started to slide down the sandy hill.
For those not in the know, Stern Grove is this huge wooded area (that reminded me of Usdan, complete with gigantic hills) where free concerts are held each Sunday in the summertime. Until an annoucement was made, I was not in the know that Stern Grove is 100% smoke free.
Last week Trixie and I had a talk about doing more fun things in the Bay Area. We have this talk about once a month. A couple of years ago I was determined to experience San Francisco more than I'd ever experienced South Florida. That holds true now too. We tossed around the idea of going to the Jelly Belly factory, but nixed it for Stern Grove.
The concert started at 2 p.m., and we arrived a little after 1 p.m., armed with an old sheet to sit on, magazines, and bottled water. Trixie also brought a sandwich, but I did not - she'd said something about a picnic, but the concept is so foreign to me, as I've only been on one picnic in the last twenty years, that I couldn't think of what was picnic food. Of course as we walked through the crowds of people and I saw what they'd brought, I understood about the food, but it was too late by then.
We set up "camp" near a log, and the girl sitting next to us had the same sneakers as me. We were on a steep incline, and there was loose sand all over, which prompted me to whisper to Trixie that I bet a lot of people would fall walking around. "I'll keep an eye out for ya," she replied.
I took a few pictures, read my magazines and listened to fancy yet free music. We traded food with the people sitting next to us (no Mom, I didn't eat food from strangers). We yelled to a volunteer to stop when a little girl was running after him with a dollar to donate. We did not get sunburns (yay for shade). Oh, and I was right about people falling - we held our hands out at least half a dozen times each to people walking in front of us who started to slide down the sandy hill.
Labels: Music, Playing in SF, Social Butterfly, Trixie
posted by Green at 8/19/2007 11:06:00 PM
3 Comments:
Ah, but did you laugh? ;)
I'm glad, btw, that you say "sneakers." I say it, too, but no one else around here does.
Next time take paper plates for the food but also marked prominently with numbers 1-10 so you can rate the falls. "Oh, that was a 6 point potato salad!"
So glad you had a cool first concert experience!
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