that went something like this:
THE HUBS: What is this ticket for?
ME: Oh, I'm going to the Def Leppard/Poison concert with Natasha.
THE HUBS: What?!
THE HUBS: You don't even know those bands.
ME: Are you kidding me? I do too. (Flash back to 1996. Me & Monica in Steve's little blue car learning to drive stick shift and listening to some pretty awesome rock tunes while we were at it - holla!)
THE HUBS: Name ONE song that Def Leppard sings.
ME: (without missing a beat, I go into the best, shrill-est, glam rock-iest voice I have:) "Love Bites! And Bleeds! It's takin' me to my knees!"
THE HUBS: That's not a Def Leepard song.
ME: Yes it is!
THE HUBS: I don't think it is.
ME: It totally is. (I'm gettin' pissy about now, and doubting myself a little...)
THE HUBS: Fine, name one Poison song.
ME: Now I'm all confused because I was sure that "Love Bites" was a Def Leppard song!
(thank you GOOGLE... 5 seconds later... IT IS A DEF LEPPARD SONG! I knew it! )
THE HUBS: Still, why do you want to go hang out with a bunch of high 80s butt rockers all night?
ME: I'm NOT hanging out with a bunch of 80s butt rockers, I'm hanging out with some girlfriends.
THE HUBS: I don't like it one bit.
ME: Well, it's a good thing I know karate. (okay, I really don't, but I am one feisty beast, ask anyone. I'm not scared of stoned 80s butt rockers...they should be scared of me!)
THE HUBS: (Smiles and shakes his head.)
I love that I'm married to an 80-year-old trapped in a 30-year-old's body. To Kyle, a rock concert is about as much fun as a root canal. It's true! If it doesn't include cuddling in bed, eating a home-made milkshake, and watching an entire season of "Arrested Development" he's not interested! Seriously. He can't wrap his head around how or why anyone in their right mind would p.a.y. to go to a concert.
It's his definition of torture...and I love that about him. He's chill, and happy, and easy going, and he always makes a killer home-made milk shake for me too... and...truth be told...I've always had a "thing" for the elderly, so I guess that could very well be part of his appeal! ha ha!
Besides, spending the evening laughing in bed with the one you love and consuming 1200 calories in one sitting is pretty close to my definition of heaven. So, I'll leave the rock concerts me, myself, and my entirely awesome girlfriends...for now. (Natasha, I seriously cannot wait!)