The Things We Do For Love

SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 19TH


So Big Funny Kid's band had their first paying gig tonight.  Yeah - on a school night.  This did not make me happy nor did the fact that I was not consulted prior to the booking but I let that one go.  But there totally was this little voice in my head that was telling me that these kids are a little out of their Zone of Proximal Development to be putting together such a real event. 

So the day of the gig, BFK texts me asking if I know where a person could find a notary public - today.  Now that is a very odd question.  I said "Probably not on a Sunday".  Well, it turns out that the kids landed this gig in a bar and although it was an all-ages show, the venue requires underage patrons to be accompanied by an adult.  Or have a consent form signed AND NOTARIZED.   And although I was definitely going to accompany him on this adventure I wasn't planning on being there until they hit the stage.

So I set out to find a notary public.  On a Sunday.

And I found one on this website called notary rotary.  So I texted the individual and asked if he could do a notary pretty much right away.  He said yes, $20 or $10 if I come to him.  And I was just about to ask for his address when that SAME LITTLE VOICE said - "Dude.  Seriously?  You found a phone number on the internet and you are going to go to some stranger's house?  Or have some stranger come to your house?  Seriously?"

So I suggested that we meet at a very public coffee shop and it turns out that he was a very nice person and I did not get hacked up into tiny pieces.  And I got the stupid form signed. 

And notarized.  

On a Sunday.

When I got home I waved the paper around BFK's head, fairly proud of finding a solution to this little emergency.  UNFORTUNATELY all of his friends and his friends' parents were not nearly as resourceful and as such 90% of the ticket holders didn't come to the show.

I *KNEW* this was not a super great idea.

But I didn't kick the kid while he was down.

And the fact of the matter is that for those of us who DID go see the show, we had a real treat.  The boys were tight, professional and OVER THE MOON with excitement.  

I tried very, very, very hard not to be the only person twirling around on the dance floor and screaming.   Because even though I was very proud of them and having a very good time, the little voice in my head told me that I am apparently a Mom and shouldn't embarrass them.

Man that little voice in my head worked overtime today.

If you have time and want to see a very crappy video of the band, you can do so here.  They are pretty talented!