I am not an avid concert-goer. I am not particularly a Bon Jovi fan. But we had tickets for his concert last night in Tel Aviv so, I took my limited Bon Jovi knowledge, a couple of water bottles, a blanket, my ileostomy “go bag,” and my usual sunny disposition, and headed out.
Sure, we had to walk a lot farther than expected (the bus we chartered with 50 other 40-somethings could get nowhere near the park and the exit off the highway was closed), got there a bit late, had my blanket confiscated, almost had my water bottles confiscated (until I cancered it up a bit), and had to show the security guy my ileostomy bag when he got concerned over the supplies I was carrying (more cancering it up, with the added benefit of a little ileostomy show-and-tell).
But, we had fun.
Along with 59,000 others, we assembled in Yarkon Park. We were toward the rear and, at some point, I got tired of sitting. So, I stood up. And, you’ll never guess what happened. Apparently, I – alone, and NOT the 58,999 others – was blocking the view of those behind me and two (not one, but TWO) guys came over and told me to sit down because I was blocking everyone’s view.
Not the huge fat guy standing next to me.
Certainly not the scantily clad waifs parading to and fro.
Me. All five-foot-six, 147 lbs of me.
Good news: I guess I’m not that scrawny!