On Wednesday, the Lady and I did the unthinkable...we attended an Iron Maiden concert. Typically, the Lady enjoys lighter music of the jazz or folk variety, so a heavy metal performance was a far cry from the stylings of Diana Krall and Feist she normally favours. However, her love for the Significant Other overrides her musical taste and since she gave him the tickets as a birthday gift, she wanted to watch him enjoy his gift.
The tickets were purchased at the very last minute, so the seats were very high up, giving the Lady a bout of anxiety as they climbed the stairs. She was worried about falling and about dropping me into the abyss of Iron Maiden fans on the lower levels of the arena. They would eat a beautiful purse like me alive! As soon as the seats were taken, I was shoved under the Lady's seat, next to the S.O.'s beer, for safekeeping. The arena pulsed with operatic singing, raging guitars, flashing lights and the smell of a thousand Iron Maiden fans. The experience was unlike anything I have ever witnessed in my short life and at times, I wanted to sneak away to the safety of an intimate restaurant or a quiet restroom. However, the S.O. rocking out to the few songs he truly loved was a sight to melt even the most Iron of hearts.
