Another sign that I am an irreversible, middle-aged responsible (most of the time) adult
This Thursday night, my wife and I went to Grand Rapids to see one of my many favorite bands, the Meat Puppets. The Pups, as they are affectionately called, were playing at a small club in G.R. called the Pyramid Scheme. We were able to make last minute babysitting plans with my in-laws, and after a stop at the kids' Scholastic Book Fair at school, dropped them off with the understanding that, since the show started at 8:00 PM, we should be back into town by about 11:30. My in-laws were not going to watch the boys any later that 11:30--and it wouldn't have been fair to ask them to do so since the next day was a school day. We arrived at the Pyramid Scheme a little before eight. The Pyramid Scheme is divided in half: the front half is a standard bar, while the back half is the performance area that is closed until that evening's show is ready to begin. So for a show that, according to the ticket, was supposed to begin at 8:00 PM, we sat and waited....