Allow me to tell you what it's like to be the mother of a drummer in a rock band.
Two nights ago the members of the group went, all together, to see K.I.S.S. and Def Leppard perform. Following the show, they went to Denny's for unlimited pancakes, as they do after their own shows.
My boy rolled in around 2 a.m. and then got up for work at 6 a.m. (He has asked me to make sure he got out the door and off to his job in the morning).
Last night the band had their own gig. Of course, the boy didn't tell me where or when it was (since I have a habit of showing up to take pictures? I'm sure it's not so cool to have your mom and elementary- school-aged brothers in the crowd).
Following the show, the band showed up at our house. I was on the couch, tucked under a pillow and a blanket. They asked if they could "make some noise" out in the shed.
I said, "sure," and went to bed.
A few minutes later the smaller boys reported that the band had moved the couch out of the basement (????).
And this morning, my large screen TV was missing from the living room.
The couch, several chairs, and the TV were in the shop, along with batteries, change, and an "Austin Powers" movie box set.
The canning jars, blender, shelves, etc, that were between the sofa's original location and the basement entryway were smashed all over the cement floor.
Rock Stars were here.
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