Bottles of Mike’s Hard Lemonade were $8.50 each. We settled on cotton mouth and almost-front-row “seats” to see Foreigner up-close and personal.
After their first song I turned around to see Dad’s reaction.
“Woooooow,” he said, incredulously. “How do they sound the same?!?!?” He had seen them in concert around 30 years ago.
They were in-cred-uh-bull. The air was rich with cigarette smoke, beer breath and pot. I nearly fainted from thirst and the intoxicating smells. When Foreigner finally took the stage, I snapped right back to life. It was all worth it to do something special with my daddy.
I closed my eyes and pretended we were in my bedroom, watching a Foreigner record spin on my record player. Everyone sang along, even Daddy. Especially Daddy.
Ten dollars bought us two concert tickets for a night I’ll never forget.
Now Dad wants to go back to Artpark in two weeks to see Yes.
I smell a new tradition.