I like to walk around the house yelling “God made me miss the Iron Maiden concert!”
It probably isn’t fair, or reasonable, or sane to do that, but it is fun.
I like to muse that God didn’t want me to see Iron Maiden because of the whole Number Of The Beast thing, but really there are two problems with that. First, I am an Atheist, and second I made an informed decision.
What happened is this: we had tickets to the Iron Maiden concert on Friday night in Bristow, Virginia. I have never seen a show at Jiffy Lube Live, but I have heard it is a nightmare venue. People say that there is one way in and one way out and you had better get there way ahead of time. Oh, but there is absolutely no tailgating allowed and they are super strict.
As unpleasant as that sounds, I really, really, really wanted to go see Iron Maiden. Alice Cooper was the opening act and that just made it all the more fun. I was willing to suck it up at a crappy venue in the June heat for this. It was IRON MAIDEN. I have never seen Maiden. I was very excited.
On Friday night, due to the lack of air conditioning and the 100 degree heat we were spending the night at my in-laws condo. We were on the 21st floor watching Ghostbusters II for reasons I cannot explain, when the chandelier began swaying and the floor to ceiling glass windows started bowing and making scary noises.
If the movie had even been one fraction scarier I would have assumed it was ghosts or slime or even the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man, but it wasn’t scary, it was Ghostbusters II and instead I started deciding which room was the most interior and looking for the funnel cloud.
I could go into detail about how the furniture almost blew off the porch and Gabe used some real action hero moves to bring the chairs inside during a storm with 71 mph wind gusts, or how I just kept moving things in to the most interior room without windows like I developed some short term nesting OCD, but I think you had to be there.
It turned out that it was the worst storm our area had weathered in over a decade and the worst non-hurricane related winds we had ever seen.
All I know is this, the next morning when we woke up over 2 million people in the Washington DC metro area were without power, cars were lined up at gas stations, hundreds of traffic signals were out, it was supposed to be over 100 degrees again and it looked like we were going to get another similar storm that night too.
Because we are reasonable adults, we ditched the concert, went home, gathered our pets and some clothes and left town.
We didn’t forget the children. They were already out of town. We just went to where they already were.
I was very sad to hear that the show went on without us, I was kind of banking on it being cancelled and rescheduled, but I know we made the responsible decision. I know we made the right decision too – the power is still out in my neighborhood three days later.
But still. It kind of stinks.