Black Sabbath just flat out rocked

I was frisked before I went through the door at the concert venue. My companion was done over with a metal detector. “Got any knives?” “No.” “Guns?” “No.” “Illegal drugs?” “No.” With a line stretching behind me for a what seemed like a mile, I had to suppress an urge to say something smart like, “I’m an old fart. All I’ve got is cell phone and pager.” But Black Sabbath just flat out rocked. We had pricey seats in the upper decks, and watching the stage antics, maybe the upperdecks was the best place to be. But better than just watching the band, I really do enjoy watching the crowd. There was a little bit of everything. I gave my red haired companion a spare set of earplug, and dug around for mine in my pocket, but I couldn’t find them. There were four young people in the seats in front of us, and it was great to watch their heads all bang back and forth in unison. Bang your head, dude. What I found more amusing was the fact that these people in front of us were probably born after 1980, and they were listening to some song, even signing along, to music that was first recorded long before they were born. Wedding night for one Gemini tonight. More news as it develops. So last night I was dressed on black jeans and a black T-shirt with my black biker jacket on, and this evening it’s going to be black tie, which means one of my tuxedos. Maybe just a suit will do.