Driving Is For The Birds

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Driving Is For The Birds

By Kristy Robinett
Jan. 18, 2007

I’ve never enjoyed driving. I enjoy being driven, but I really dislike driving. Maybe it’s a past life experience and I had been wealthy with an astute and refined looking driver. Whatever the reason – I just don’t like the driving. But then when you have kids, what else do you do but play chauffeur to their beck and call. Yesterday was one of those days. Picture it, will you? Me in my snazzy Freestyle, which looks like a mutant station wagon, with my two kids, going to a concert an hour away where I will spend the next four hours with 15,000 screaming children, loud music, obnoxious and gooey Disney-like hokey acts. But it was something I knew that my kids would love and bought the tickets back in October with great intentions.

The ride there wasn’t bad. I followed my husband’s directions (along with Mapquest – don’t ya just love technology?) just fine. We were early and had to sit in a McDonalds with the other hundred moms who also came early. Dinner was nice chatting with my children, who I find mature, bright and fun to converse with. And I don’t get near enough time to do it! At 5:00 p.m. we ventured out to see if the concert hall gates were open – they were. Fifteen dollars later (Thank you, Disney! Normally parking is a mere $10.00!) we parked and began the journey of waiting in line for an hour to go to our pre-determined seats. We had nosebleed seats since I could only afford to pay $50 a ticket in lieu of $120 a ticket. Thank you, Disney! To waste time we watched a press conference as Chris somebody was welcomed back to the Pistons and we said hi to several basketball players that I hadn’t a clue who they were and actually felt guilty at not being able to oooooo or ahhhh at them. Then the merchants began to set up the t-shirts, posters and various over-priced memorable. I just about choked when I saw the prices. The t-shirts were anywhere from $35 to $55. Thank you, Disney! At 7:00 p.m. the opening act came on stage and sang some cheesy songs. Sorry, I’m a music snob. She was only on for about 30 minutes when they had another 20 minute intermission. I thought I was going to die. No, I really did! I had a headache (probably from the altitude) and nobody had an aspirin. The cola vendor told me to hit my head on the wall and first aid would come running. Yeah, everybody is a comedian. So after the wait, the group of High School Musical came on stage – sang and danced while the kids hoot and hollered and had a grand time! My kids loved it. I, on the other hand, thought it was ok.

We escaped at the beginning of the last song to make a mad dash to the freeway. Remember that I don’t like to drive? They guided me to an exit on the opposite side of where I entered and panic set in until I saw the freeway sign and I breathed a sigh of relief...until I saw the sign that said “Entrance Ramp Closed – take Detour!” I instantly picked up my phone and called the hubby, crying damsel in distress. As I drove and tried to keep my husband awake on the phone, I remained white knuckled. My husband guided me through streets of disarray and bad neighborhoods in his sleepy voice until I finally recognized a freeway and I was on my way to a town I recognized. Home sweet home never felt so good.

Next week we will venture back to the concert hall to see Rod Stewart. But this time I will be a passenger and let my husband drive. And next time I have a grand idea of buying concert tickets for the kids (and driving them), tell me to buy the DVD for them instead!

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About the author: Kristy Robinett (formerly Kristy Schiller) is an HR Specialist and freelance author. Feel free to visit her at www.tangledwishes.com

Email: tangledwishes@yahoo.com

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