Girlfriend of the Year

Noah is a huge fan of metal; I am a huge fan of Noah. This must explain why I spent four hours at an Iron Maiden concert last night when no-one else could go (the usual understudy, my brother Max, had to work).

I don't at all like metal; I'm more of a Something Corporate/Jimmy Eat World/Brand New/Weezer kind of girl. Give me a piano and some lovelorn lyrics and I'm set. Best of the Beast? Not so much. Even so, I love watching how music affects people, how it gets inside them and moves them. I don't know if it's something universal, but it looks pretty much the same at an Iron Maiden death jam as a Red Hot Chili Peppers funk show.

Barraged by cigarette smoke, absurdly dirty hair, and the distinctive smell of Mexican weed, I tapped my foot with the best of 'em and drank a $4.50 bottle of Dasani. I would be lying if I said that I wasn't impressed by the special effects and mad guitar skills.

I guess the bottom line is that relationships are about give and take, and I am totally taking Noah to see Snoop Dogg next time he's in town.