A few weeks ago I was chatting with a couple ladies from our ward and we started talking about concerts. One of them was a concert frequenter while the other had never been to one.
I’ve been to plenty of concerts. But I don’t think that all those jazz concerts that I was forced to endure in middle school and high school really count.
So perhaps I should say pop concerts. Not the type of crowd I frequent.
Oh wait. There was that one.
Oh yeah, Backstreet Boys.
It was a weak moment. A good friend who loved them needed a dependable tagalong. And he offered to pay. And he said he would recruit a boy that I liked to come.
So I went. And the boy I liked ended up getting too sick to come. And I waisted a bunch of money on a new outfit for nothing.