Older But Still Good

I promised to tell you my friend's tale "tomorrow." That got stretched a bit, but here I am, finally, to finish the story.

This is about my friend Sue and her guy friend Bill. They're 50ish. Sue is a well-dressed, stylish, professional woman. Bill is a philosopher and a gardener. They both like music. Recently they went to the concert of a popular rock-type band.

The concert was held in a large auditorium. There were small tables and chairs along the wall for people who preferred to sit. Most of the audience was standing, however. Sue and Bill arrived a little late and found a table close to the back of the room.

The audience was a mix of the band's older and younger fans, and everyone was enjoying the concert. After the half-time break, Sue said she'd like to get closer to the stage to get a good look at the band. Bill preferred to stay at the table, so she worked her way through the throng by herself. She managed to get to the edge of the stage, which was about nose-height for her.

Sue was having a great time when a young lady on her left noticed her maturity and her interest in the band members and asked, "Are you the mom of one of the band members?"

Sue was appalled. She said nothing to the girl, but something inside her had snapped. She turned to a burly young man on her right and asked, "When they start playing the next song, will you boost me onto the stage?" The young man and a couple of his buddies thought that sounded like a fun idea, so they did just that.

In a flash, and despite the look of shock on the guitarist's face when he saw her coming up, Sue was on the stage. She shimmied, she bopped, she danced around and across the stage. The crowd cheered her on. She looked out across them, absorbed their energy, and danced like there was no tomorrow. Finally the security guys got to her and led her respectfully off the stage. She didn't care. She was jazzed. She was thankful she hadn't tripped on a power cord and fallen off the stage. It was a crazy moment of glory she'd never forget.

Bill sat at the table and watched all this. He saw Sue being escorted off the stage and then disappear. He thought she'd been tossed out, so he picked up the purse on the table and turned to leave. It wasn't Sue's purse. She was wearing her shoulder purse up on the stage, but he hadn't noticed. The purse's real owner saw Bill pick it up and start to walk off, and she screamed. Security guys got to him, picked him up, and pushed him against the wall.

It took a long time for Bill to explain what had actually happened, and for the security men to finally let him go. He kept hoping Sue would appear to back up his story. But Sue had gone directly from the stage to the restroom, where she was sitting in a stall, texting to her friends about the adventure.

The moral(s) of the story? Ladies, you're never too old to rock it. Guys, pay attention to the details.