Adam Boy and Green Day

Are we we are, are we we are the waiting, and screaming 
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown,
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting, and screaming
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown,
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown-

Are We the Waiting By Green Day

After the graduation ceremony yesterday, I started thinking about one of the best days of my life. I got to share it with my Adam Boy. My professor, my friend, my son. I told him that I wanted to go see Green Day with him. He and I have always shared a love for music. Of every kind. We’re singers and crazy music fiends. Everyone of us. Roger Darling has said he can’t imagine NOT having music in our lives. In our house. It has been such a part of our make up. Our identities.

Alright back to my story. So I tell Adam I want to go see Green Day with him. He looks at me like, whatever dude. I’m crushed. But I persevere. I find a couple of friends to go with me. Michele, Mitch, Sarah. Their kids Matt, Melissa, and Andrew are going too. Along with Adam and me. When I told Adam we adults were going to be in the pit, I thought he was going to have a fit. He told me that I was not to hang out with him. Fine, whatever dude, we’ll see what happens. He thought for sure his fat, old momma couldn’t take the pit.

The day of the concert I’m with Michele and Sarah at CVS. We’re loading up our baskets with booze and soda. Arnold Palmers too. I think we had food too. Hell, I don’t remember. I was taking pictures. Documenting everything. Even the trip to CVS. We get back to our home base and filled up the cooler. Melissa comes bounding out with a skirt and flip flops on. It’s obvious she’s never been in the pit before. We all look at her and tell her to march back in the house and put on tennis shoes. And a pair of jeans. If she wears a skirt, she is going to get groped by every horny boy and girl there. Granted, her dad is going with us. But we sure don’t want a fight to break out.

We drink Jack and Coke, Rum and Coke. Beer. Hell, whatever we can. We’re pretty hammered. All except Sarah. She was the DD.

We get inside the venue. Get our tickets and sign the pit waiver. Adam is still looking at me like I’m insane. He says, Mom you’re not going to make it. I said, with a big grin on my face, just watch me. The kids go in to watch the opening act. We go to the bar. We chill, relax for a bit and then decide we better get our asses in there and push our way through the crowd. We enter from the side. We get right in there. I’m so damn close to the stage I’m about to freak out. I’m with my BFFs and Mitchy Poo. But all of a sudden, we see our kids. They kind of envelop us. Green Day takes the stage. The crowd moves, I move with it. My fight or flight response tells me to flee. But I stay. Let the music envelope me. I see Billy Joe. He is so damn close to me I can see him sweat. I hear every word he sings. Every word he says. We keep moving. Changing positions as the songs change. The sweat is pouring off from us and my buzz is gone. What is left is just elation. Elation though doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel. I see my son. I see his face and see he is in ecstasy. We all are.

I see young girls dropping like flies around me. I’m still standing. They’re pussies. I’m 325 lbs. and I was drunk. There is stage diving, crowd surfing, weed smoking. The band keeps pulling audience members out of the pit to sing, play. We see other kids from Tecumseh.  We Are the Waiting begins to play. We all sway together. Our hands go up in the air. Billy Joe makes me swoon with his lyrics, with his love of the song. I look at my son. He really and truly, is the waiting. He and his friends. And we are too. The parents that tagged along. What we’re waiting for? I’m still not sure. But it’s out there. In that concert venue. In that memory of mine.

9 thoughts on “Adam Boy and Green Day

  1. I read this and laughed out loud, I mentioned to Matt as he asked what I was laughing about…I can’t believe she remembers all of this. One thing I do remember is waiting for the concert to start after the kids entered the arena, we went into the bar on the top floor and had a drink and saw what we thought was…Barry Manilow. Found out after we took pics of him, he was an impersonator. too funny! what memories. Love that you shared them!~ Michele

    • I think it was Rod Stewart my Belle. Did Matthew read it? That night was just magical. I remember Matt catching Tres Cool’s drumstick. I hid the damn thing down my shirt. Thought for sure he wouldn’t go get it. Hahahahahaa!

  2. What a great description of a concert in the pit! I was at a Springsteen concert recently- up in the bleachers. Watching the action in the pit made me think I am too old for this, but the excitement you describe makes me think I could do it- maybe I should put it on my bucket list.

    • Girl I’m telling you, you’ve got to do it. It is one of the best feelings ever. I will do it again. I hope that it will be with Adam Boy. And now that I’m thin AND healthy I WILL stage dive. I guarantee it. This sparkly girl has GOT to stage dive at least once in her life!

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