Is it noise or is it music?

Hubster and I went on a date Saturday night. Well, if you call going to a nightclub and listening to noise a date.

When I was growing up, mom had us listen to Brenda Lee, or Freddy Martinez or just oldies. Then I discovered George Strait.

As I was getting older, my friends introduced me to Duran Duran, OMD, The Outfield, Little River Band, Chicago, Foreigner and such. And of course I still listened to George Strait.

There came a point in my life when all I would listen to was country with the emphasis being on, yes, you guessed it. George Strait.

I think I liked him because he was from San Antonio. That and his sexy country drawl just made it worthwhile to listen to.

When I met Hubster, he introduced me to Classic Rock.

When I became a Christian, I started listening to lots of groups like Mercy Me, Point of Grace, Casting Crowns or other Christian music.

So when Teenster had a battle of the bands competition a couple of months ago, Hubster went with a cousin of his. Teenster plays none of the above type of music.

They won that contest and Saturday were the finals.

So Hubster and I found a babysitter, went to the city to eat at Salt Grass, boy was that delicious, then went downtown to go to the club where Teenster was playing.

They were having some sort of zombie fest so there were lots and lots of people. The Haunted House was a hopping place as well.

Walking into the nightclub felt weird. We weren't there to party hard or to make fools of ourselves, we were just there to support Teenster.

I just don't understand it. The girls were clothes that are 2 sizes too small. And guys dress well, strange. Then the music they were playing in between sets was vulgar. Extremely. All these teenagers just drinking and laughing and dancing. What happened to me?

Anyway, so Teensters band gets up there. They have great potential to go places. They do have talent. All they have to do is learn how to gel together when they play their instruments.

Of course, I call it noise when I can't understand the singer. I'm sure the young kids understand it. But not me. It's noise to me when the guitar player tries to be louder than the drummer who tries to be louder than the bass player who tries to be louder than the screaming singer.

I'm no recording studio representative. Just a mom.

But they did sound pretty good. They ended up getting third place. Teenster wasn't happy, but we were proud of him.

We left early because it was getting past our bed time. Just kidding. Our sitter needed to leave.

We leave the club and Hubster and I just look at each other and start to laugh. Are we just too old for this? The loud vulgar noise/music, the smell of cigarette/ash tray on your clothes, hair and every place you didn't think that would stick on?

But especially the fact that it's only 9:30 and that we would like nothing better than to take showers, get in our pajamas and lay in bed?

Hmm, I guess we need to broaden our horizons.

I've got a date

"He will not let your foot slip-

he who watches over you will not slumber"

Psalm 121:3

When you are going through some tough times remember that God does not sleep. He will take care of you, he will protect you and watch over you, even when you think you're going through it alone.
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Loren and I went out on a date last night. With no family around here, it makes it very difficult to just get up and go do stuff without kids. We had a sitter and we went out. Since dates alone with my husband are few, I don't care where we go. I didn't even mind if we went thru a fast food place, picked up some food, rented a movie and sat in the backseat of the car to watch the movie on the car TVs. At least we would be alone and not have to fight over the remote.

We went to dinner then went to go hang out at the only happening place here in town. You see, when you live in a small town, with limited restaurants and limited "hang outs" you have to make do with what you've got. Where else can you see different people of all walks of life and be able to not worry about having broccoli in your teeth because someone has you beat by walking around with toilet paper on their shoe? Wal-Mart!!! The only happening place at night in small town Oklahoma.

When I worked there, I saw some pretty interesting people, but I can observe them at a different level now that I'm just a customer. Strange things happen at that place. Things that make you go hmmmm! And with that, I leave it in your imagination.