This Train Has a Flat

Train Concert

With a Train approaching . . .

To celebrate our 13th anniversary, I bought concert tickets to one of Nadine’s favorite bands, Train.

The chilly December night arrived with wet snow falling from the Nebraska sky. Proper attire was vital.

Now Nadine and I aren’t known for being the most stylish or active readers of magazines like Esquire or Elle. For the concert, I threw on some old jeans, tennis shoes, and a t-shirt with a clever quip. Nadine felt it was important to pull out her old Nike ACG hiking boots from 1996. Yes, literally from 1996. I rarely make any recommendations to her about her clothing other than it should be tighter and a bit shorter. Purely for fashionable reasons. This time, I felt her Nike ACG boots were a bit . . . decrepit. Demonstrating a personality trait that I usually only see in my two-year old daughter, she refused and left the house in her tired boots in the inclement weather. I tried.

After dinner, we walked through the tumbling snow to the glowing Baxter Arena and our 10th row seats. The night started off with the great Irish trio of Rua. The Nebraska crowd warmly welcomed all of their jokes. Honestly, any joke in an Irish accent is bound to be successful outside of Ireland. I also noted that the crowd appeared to be overwhelmingly AARP members. Not sure what that means.

Well, between Rua and the second band, Parachute, Nadine headed up to the mezzanine to visit the little girls room. As she walked, she noticed that everyone kept staring at her. Standing in line, she finally realized why, the sole of her antique boot was barely hanging on by the twenty year old glue on the tip of her shoe. Both Nadine and her shoe had their mouthes agape in shock!

Upon her return to the concert floor, Nadine informed me of a certain footwear malfunction. At this point, the only mature and supportive deed I could do was simply state, “I told you so!” That made her feel sufficiently better.

During the Parachute segment of the evening, Nadine felt just a bit more unsteady while dancing. That might have been a direct result that her left sole had completely fallen off.

Train Concert
Things Got a Bit Topsy Turvy

By the time Train started singing “Marry Me” on stage, Nadine had regained her balance, that’s because the other sole of her boot had fallen off too!

At the end of the evening, Nadine and I left the concert, but she was not overly impressed with the Train part of the concert. I’m not sure if it was the sixty minute show or the snow creeping in through her soleless boots that was the guilty culprit. I know that I found it quite entertaining.

The moral of the story: always listen to your husband when he gives you advice about your clothing. What could possibly go wrong?




World Traveller, Father, Husband, Coach, Spanish & French Teacher, Polyglot, Funny as all get out

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