Friday evening was mayhem.

It started drizzling and because of that, the journey home from the office took me almost an hour; and this was despite leaving the office earlier that day. And, after putting Spud to bed, another half an hour lost just waiting for a cab, and to top it all, it took me almost 2 hours to travel in that cab before I finally arrived at my intended destination. Without having a proper dinner.

Traffic was crawling, it was pissing rain and I was losing my patience at the sheer rush and madness it took me to meet up with Silver Bullet at the venue because of this one event:

And it was an outdoor event.

And it was raining.

And we were cold and wet, and standing around with ponchos for a Linkin Park Concert.

And by the time Linkin Park started their performance, it was way past out bedtime!

I had gone to a Linkin Park concert once in Singapore when they first played there years ago. I remembered that it was one which was short (about an hour) but full of energy. I remembered being dazzled by Chester’s extremely high energy level and his powerful vocal. I remembered loving the concert and was actually quite disappointed when it ended rather abruptly. I remembered walking out of Padang (venue where they held the concert) in a daze of amazement wondering where the hell he got such massive energy. (I think I have an idea now!)

Last night’s concert was, in my opinion, just average. It was nice to hear them live again, but I did not see the same energy in the very same songs which they had performed before. In fact, I thought they were pretty mellow. It was, all in all, just okay, and perhaps even a little over-priced.

I did not leave the concert with the same buzz I had with Muse or Green Day. Or even Michael Buble (Yes! dig Michael Buble.). It was, in my mind, a quite easily forgotten act.

But it was still a nice event to go to on a Friday night. It felt like a long overdue date with the husband.

We were in a nicely large outdoor, free-standing venue. It was pissing rain. We were draped in a 50 baht ponchos and by the end of the night, we both got really sticky, wet and smelly from the rain. A very agreeable atmosphere and fashion sense to get caught on a date! 

We saw parents bringing their 6 or 7 year old kids to the concerts, and there was this one kid having a blast sitting on his/her father’s shoulder the entire time.  Screaming, jumping, grooving with “Rocker” hand sign and all! It was an endearing sight, and for some reason the thought of being able to bring Spud along 10 years from now is an appealing thought. Something both Silver Bullet and I are actually looking forward to!

And when she gets to that age, we certainly are looking forward to us being able to sleep in again.