This past weekend, I went with two of my daughters to a Guns and Roses Concert in Nashville TN.  We left at 1pm on Saturday.  Had a meal at The Cheesecake Factory, then checked into our hotel.  We left the hotel around 5:30 to go to the concert.  Traffic was so bad that we were about 30 minutes late.  

That didn’t bother us too much because the opening act was Carrie Underwood.  She puts on a good show, but she sings mostly country, not rock.  I personally don’t care much for country music anymore.  I used to like it, but it just doesn’t appeal lately.  She finished up around 7:45 and Guns and Roses didn’t get started until nearly nine.  That didn’t seem very efficient to me, but they did put on a good show. They played until 10:30 or so.  They left all their biggest hits until the last hour.  We enjoyed it, but it was so noisy, we couldn’t even hear ourselves sing along.  It was my first Rock Concert.  Probably my last.  

It was nearly midnight by the time we got back to the hotel.  After a good night’s sleep, we headed home around eleven a.m. and stopped for food at the Clarksville Bojangles.  It was an enjoyable weekend, not just because of the concert, but because of spending time with my daughters.  Family time without all the chaotic goings on of eight young ones between four and twelve years old.  Just us grown up girls talking and enjoying each other’s company.