I was talking with some young, healthy college students after church yesterday and they told me they were going to a concert at the House of Blues later that night.
Have you ever been to the House of Blues in Chicago
Just to rub it in, occasionally, the performers will bring chairs out on to the stage and sit down during a drum solo.
The last time I went to the House of Blues I was incredibly tired and uncomfortable by the time we got back to the car. I vowed to myself that I would never go to another concert at that venue. (I don’t think they’re particularly nervous about my one-man boycott of their lack of seating. In fact, my boycott has apparently not been mentioned in any major media outlets other than, now, my Facebook page.)
Back to the college students…I said to them, “Do you realize that they don’t have seats, you’ll have to stand the entire time?”
They responded, “Oh yeah, we’ve been there before, we like that part of it. It’s better to stand than to sit there the whole time. What kind of sad loser would want to sit and watch a concert?!?” Then they looked at me earnestly as we all nodded our heads.
There’s no real moral to this story, it is simply another illustration of one of the differences between 18 years of age and 50 years of age. (Alright, alright. For those of you who are “sticklers” about little details, for the record, it’s the difference between 18 years of age and Fifty-ONE years of age. Sheeeesh!)
I’m going to quit typing right now and go get on the stationary bike. And don’t anyone try to stop me!
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