Well, this particular "Heavy Metal" would have been fine -- it was the WEATHER that defeated me.
A friend was playing in the Tuba Christmas taking place in downtown Ann Arbor on Sunday, so I really couldn't NOT go.
Unfortunately, this was an "outdoors" concert.
I think the weather was under 20° F. I really pitied the band members -- especially the four who, due to "tradition", were wearing shorts.
I'm "always" cold. Last night, the thermometer in my room reported 75°, but my arm reported "goosebumps" and my knees were vibrating.
Yeah, I should have been wearing more than one pair of socks. I should have thought of my boots... except I really can't drive wearing them, and I'm usually cold even when wearing them. I should have thought of my ski pants (which I think I've not worn in about 13 years). I should have thought of wearing tights under my pants. But I didn't. And I'd probably have been cold anyhow. The jury is out as to whether I'd have been less cold, and whether it would have mattered. I was
wearing a scarf, a "bomber" hat (with the flaps down), and gloves. We were milling around a bit before the concert began at 2. At about 2:30 I told the spouse that as soon as it was over I was going to make a break for the coffee shop across the street (where I started the day with a warm drink -- that kept me going through the first 10 minutes or so), but that I WOULD wait until then. I even stayed despite the smokers. At 2:42 I couldn't take it any more, excused myself and hobbled over to the store.
The largest disappointment was that I couldn't hear the tubas etc. except when the door was open -- and they played one of my favorites after I left. At least one of the members of the band joined me in the coffee shop to try to un-stick one of his valves, which had frozen in the depressed position. Well, that and the fact that my departure meant I was deserting 4 friends and assorted kids. And being a wimp.
About 20 minutes after I got there, I thawed enough that every part of my body that wasn't nailed down, including some that I don't generally think of as mobile, started vibrating. A bit later, after hobbling to the car, I drove the spouse to a restaurant... there was no mobility in those clubs attached to my knees. I was mostly driving from the hip. After we finished with dinner, they hurt, but I had feet again.
To say I hate being a wimp does not begin to describe how strongly I feel.
But the portion of the concert that I heard was really good.