Foo Fighters in DC

I took my 10 year old to see her first concert on Friday.  Well, it was more like I dragged my 10 year old daughter to see the Foo Fighters with me because I love the Foo Fighters so hard and I wanted to share that with her.  She's more of an Usher kind of girl, which is disturbing since she's 10.  But, you know, R&B, hip hop, it's fun and cool but it's not rock and roll.  We had a killer time even though she wasn't anywhere near as into it as I was.

(Yes, it is a shitty cellphone pic, but it still rocks.)

The concert was awesome.  It sounds lame to say it like that, but I don't have seem to have the words to say how fucking amazing it was to see Foo Fighters in concert.  It was my first time seeing them and my first real concert in almost 12 years.  I saw Chris Cornell on the Euphoria Morning tour the week before I got married.  That was the last concert.  I'm thinking that's grounds for divorce right there.

Anyway, here's the set list.  They played every song I love except Come Alive.  Let's hope they really do come back and play that song at the 9:30 Club.  I will cut someone to get tickets to that concert.  (I wish I were kidding.)

So, I've been sick since Wednesday and called in sick on Thursday and Friday.  I hope my boss is understanding when he finds out I skipped out on work to make sure I had the energy to go to the concert on Friday night.  In my defense, I really was/am sick and I have the snot to prove it if anyone asks.  No one's going to ask, right?