In my view, I’m a hipster dad.
I listen to an eclectic group of musicians, including Toby Mac. He’s dope, right? So I purchased tickets to take my daughter and her boyfriend last fall to go hear him in concert. She LOVES concerts, but the ones I have dropped her off at….whooooo boy! Can you say Sodom & Gomorrah?
So I thought, she likes Toby Mac, I like Toby Mac (because I’m so hip)…I’ll take her to see him.
As we prepare to leave, her boyfriend says something about going to the concert for old people. I’m like “WHAT?”
He says, yeah. Toby Mac turned 51 yesterday. Everyone there is going to be really old. Or really young.
But I knew better. Toby Mac is like 29, right? He’s hip, and since I listen to him, I must be too.
We get to the concert, and sure enough….everyone there is either north of 40, or south of 14, dragged there by parents who considered themselves to be hip. Like me.
We had a great time. Dancing. Singing. Being hip. As we’re walking to the car, my daughter says “Thanks Dad. This makes me look forward to going to a real concert.
Probably without her so-called hipster dad.
I’m participatin in the Slice of Life Writing Challenge. Today is Day 4.