On Saturday night, we went to the newly re-opened Lubber Run Amphitheater to hear live music. We went to hear Justin Trawick, a local singer-songwriter who Ed and I saw perform at Iota a year or two ago. At that performance, Trawick came and introduced himself to us because we were quite possibly the only people in the room he didn't already know. When I got home that night, I vowed to become a groupie. We haven't seen him since. You might say I'm not the most loyal groupie.
We started the evening in the back of the amphitheater where it wouldn't be too loud, since certain of the family doesn't actually like loud music. (That would be the sub four-feet tall contingent.) After a couple of songs, Helen wanted to move to the front, and Connor decided to follow suit. A few songs later, Helen started shakin' her thang' - if it is possible for a three year old to have a "thang" - and she didn't quit. She was totally getting into the music, hips bouncing back and forth, arms gyrating every which way, and criticizing me for not spinning enough. I noticed the bass player laugh at one point.
Then Trawick looked her direction and directed the entire crowd to look her way, asking if we rented her out for parties. Yes! And then the entire amphitheater gave her a round of applause, as she continued to shake her little tushy. If was, quite simply, hilarious. After several songs, she would ask "is he going to play another song" and then would be completely thrilled when we affirmed additional songs were coming.
I think the excuse of "going to see loud music" is no longer going to be cause for getting her to be less interested in date nights. I'll also note she might be the best dancer in the family.
Elaine
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