OK, so the five of us, all over 50 or spiraling rapidly toward it, were a bit rusty in the live rock and roll blowout department. Hence our collective idea to relive our youths by attending a Boston/Doobie Brothers concert.
What made tonight different from all other nights? Why had we taken our rightful place at the surplus stalls on this night? Were we driven by our desire to see Gaga, or was it even more, to get a little Gaga ourselves?