Clapton is God. Good first concert for a toddler. I know some of you are probably shaking your head at me and whispering about GAWD how could she bring a TWO YEAR OLD to a ROCK CONCERT! THE NOISE! THE DRUGS! THE STORMS! But I don’t regret it in the slightest. Say what you will.
The whole family, before the 50-something hippies took up residence behind us and the pot-smoking college kids moved in in front. The crowd was really great, overall – a little too excited about the proximity of lightening that could KILL THEM, but pretty great. Lots of families, older parents with their high school and college-age kids, 30 and 40-something parents with their elementary school kids.
Okay. So R was the youngest person there.
And she kept begging to go on stage to “sing and play ditar with Clapton!”
But we didn’t let her.
Peace out dudes. Christina is the one who noticed the little toddler peace sign on my flickr page. I just noticed that I look exhausted and my bra is showing in all the pictures.
The rain began about an hour into Clapton’s set. Prior to this picture, R and I were huddled under the poncho, listening to “Wonderful Tonight” and “Layla” as I wondered if we should hit the road. R refused – she wanted to stay. But when the storms began in earnest at the start of the encore, Mom and Dad had to insist on leaving.
And we came home to dead fish. And a flooded kitchen. But hopefully, she’ll remember this for a few months…