A Seine-sational Soiree

A rock concert.  On a boat.  On the Seine.  I wouldn't say that I actually enjoyed the music.  But,  I'd have to say, riding my bike up to a bright red boat along the Seine, locking up and crossing the gangplank is something I'll always remember.  I'm probably getting a little old to say that it was awesome, but it was awesome.  In fact, I haven't had my hand stamped for a long time and when I passed it to the doorman I was a little nervous that he hadn't seen one like that lately and he might just pass it back.

The concert was a little competition.  There were five groups performing.  I knew a couple of guys in one of the groups.  They're adorable (17 and 21, maybe) and they invited me, so I went.  I'd have to say, of the five groups, my friends were the best.  When you enter you're given a handful of little styrofoam balls.  There are five tubes along the wall with dixie cups at the end of each.  Each tube has a band's name on it and you drop in your balls to vote for your favorite band.  I'll admit, for all I know this is totally common at home and of no interest on a French blog, but it was new to me.  And don't forget, it was a rock concert.  On a boat.  On the Seine.

There's not much else to tell.  I think I was most entertained by the long, sweaty hair being thrown around.  I just kept thinking about the three-year-old boys that I know and wondering how they ever go from being those sweet little boys banging on toy drums in footie pajamas to these tattoed, long-haired rock stars in black t-shirts.  Then I asked myself.  Is it any different than a ringleted six-year-old girl playing house with an Easy-Bake Oven turning into an almost dreadlocked 40-something going to a rock concert on her bike on the Seine and stopping for McDonald's at midnight?  Maybe not.