The plan yesterday was to do a major garden clean-up. Lots of work, and we ignored the children's wails and moans and told them they were being put to work.
Within about twenty minutes, a migraine hit. No aura, but the light sensitivity, the pain, the nausea. Crud. I went inside. I haven't had any migraine meds in years because they actually got infrequent enough to not warrant keeping them, the last one was over six months ago. Darkened the bedroom, took 800mg of Motrin and hoped that this wouldn't be too bad.
I dozed on and off for about 3 hours, so not awful. Of course the kids, not being recalled to task every few minutes by the slave master me (that's what Linnea calls me, sigh. I think she is lacking perspective.) had wandered off. It took me another hour beyond that to be steady enough to go back out to get some work done.
Migraines leave me with such a bizarre feeling. It's like the pain recedes, but leaves a shakiness, slight nausea, slight light sensitivity, and very strong sense of total vulnerability.
Anyhow, got some work done until it was too dark to see, not as much as I'd hoped, which means more work today, and then Perry, dh, and I headed into Seattle for a metal concert.
Yeah, migraine in the morning, metal concert in the evening. What could possibly
go wrong? Heh.
It actually turned out all right. I did want to cry when I realised there were four
opening bands, three awful, one mediocre (ok, that may have been the migraine speaking. Two awful, one mediocre, one not too bad).
A very jarring moment. I read on my phone that a friend's dad had died just as we were going through the pat-down line (they don't pat down women or children), and responded from there. I'm staring at the bouncer as he checks out the guy in front of me who is dressed in full pirate regalia, and trying to type on my phone to answer an email and just feeling totally 100% out of it. I never met her dad, but I think he was someone I'd have liked.
The band we went to see was Alestorm. Which is why quite a few people were dressed up as pirates and serving wenches. I need
a black leather bustier, damn it! Ideally black and dark purple. I might have to go to satin if I can't find someone to custom make me a leather one.
Anyhow, Alestorm. Seriously check them out on youtube, they're great. The music is funny, loud, vulgar, and totally not appropriate for children, my kids love them, and despite our asking her not to, Linnea has introduced them to all the kids in the neighbourhood. Somehow I think the lead singer, who was sporting a kilt and more khol than he isually wears, would be horrified to know he has a fan club of 10 year olds. We had Perry with us, AC stayed home (she had read that there were four opening bands, and decided to give it a pass because of that. I'm glad she didn't tell me because considering how shaky I was feeling when we left, I might have not gone and Alestorm themselves were awesome.).
They were predictably high energy, loud, and funny last night. They played -OMG- one cover. In the Navy. Perry was upset because he didn't know it, and that after Chris, the lead singer said, "Oh come! Don't lie, admit it, you all know the words!" and poor Perry didn't. Aside from that, Perry knew most of the songs, and yes, I'm sure there is some bad parenting involved when your kid is standing next to you screaming out the words to a song called "Wenches and Mead". Oh well. He heard a lot of things that he shouldn't have... I mean, I let him listen to Gulp
by Mary Roach which certainly had some things beyond the normal scope of a 12 year old.
We of course did keep Perry out of the mosh pit. We had gotten there early enough that we could have gotten spots right at the stage, but opted for the more protected "balcony" (it's about stage height), which is good because things got a bit rowdy, as people who came late tried to shove their way in close and people who'd been waiting did not want to leave spots.
However, one comment, to the guitarist from Trollfest and Alestorm's keyboardist: if I have the data to speculate on if you might have gotten a Brazilian wax job, guys, your pants are too low. I mean, really? There is low cut and sexy and low cut and "shouldn't there be pubic hair around there?" Hee. It amuses me.
The concert finished at well past midnight (remember all those opening bands!) and we were exhausted.
And in a "this is SO cool" thing, we got a picture of Perry with Chris, the lead singer, outside after.