I try to live by certain rules. Do unto others, never get involved in a land war in Asia or go against a Sicilian when death is on the line, don't interfere with a normal, living culture, and, of course, don't buy Christmas presents before Thanksgiving. After all, you can't complain that Christmas decorations are almost showing up before Halloween if you participate in the madness.
So we went out to dinner and then to EJ Thomas Hall, where the Celtic Women were performing. I've heard their PBS concerts and liked them a lot. In fact, PBS got me the tickets. I pledged some money in one during one of their incessant pledge drives and got what were promised to be "excellent"" tickets. They were, in fact, excellent tickets. Tenth row, just off to stage left. Not bad at all.
The concert was very good. My mom said she liked going to a show where she knew all the words. I didn't, especially since I trip on some of the Gaelic songs. With those, I could have the lyrics in front of me and not be able to follow along. But, it was a great show. All five Celtic Women did a great job, and EJ Thomas Hall is a great place to see a show. I would have bought a CD there, but I'd already done so back in LA some months back. Man, I loves me that Amoeba Music.
It was also nice to hang out with my Mom for a while. She's busy in a way that makes me look like a slacker, and is probably where I get my maximum burn lifestyle from. We talked of many things: The impending writers' strike, her job, my job, home equity loans, brothers and, of course, Ireland, where we should both be returning to next summer.
I recommend seeing The Women if they're coming into your neck of the woods. But even if they're not, that doesn't mean you can't take your Mom out.