Written 31 May 2007
So, I got an email from Captain Feathersword yesterday, as one does. Announcing the Wiggles tour for the end of the year, as per tradition. The boy and I have gone the last 2 years and loved it and he will love it again this year. Tickets aren't on sale for a while yet, but I called my brother and SIL to see if they wanted to take their 1 year old this year with us. They will have another babe by then, so she will stay home with babe and my brother and I will take the kids to The Wiggles.
What is amusing about this is that in the past, it was always my brother who I would go with to see The Tea Party when they were in Australia. It seems very odd and funny to think we have gone from hanging out for TTP tickets and rocking on to that, to taking the kids to see The Wiggles and joining in a rousing chorus of "toot toot chugga chugga."
I feel old! Where did my youth go? To think that the only live act I will see this year is the Wiggles! I mean, sure, credit where due, the guys can dance the cold spaghetti like no one else; but the chances of catching a drumstick or choking on the hair of the mosher in front of me are far slimmer. It wasn't THAT long ago that I saw Tool, TTP and a bunch of others in the same year. And yet here I am. And I wouldn't change it for the world.
It's a Wiggly fiesta indeed.
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