Snoop Dog .. and me

imagess40781b3I was over sixty years old and probably the oldest person at that Snoop Dogg concert but I was ok with that. The body search going in surprised me as did all the police cars on hand at the venue. The weed being smoked inside is what I did not expect, I thought we had a no-smoking by-law, and how the heck was this happening?

Watching an episode of Oprah, interviewing Snoop Dog, is what endeared me to him. His music also appealed to my eclectic tastes in music.. but mainly I liked what I saw on Oprah’s show. He talked about his life and his wife and seemed a genuine, family-orientated kind of guy.untitled-94

Having the freedom to choose the music I liked, was a gift I gave myself in my sixties. A forty-year marriage that introduced this rock and roll gal to country music, started out as all marriages do. We like to please our partners, so it was that I changed over to listen to country music and I even came to like it a little.. very little.

Something happened along the way though, I can’t really put my finger on it. It seems the more I listened to country music the sadder I became. Mixing it up with my favorite music, which was not country, became less tolerable to my husband. In the end, I was force-fed country music to the point that I wanted to kill Hank Williams (already dead)¬†or myself!

Divorcing country music and my husband, turned out to be my only option. When something sucks the joy out of life it is time to make some decisions. That was over ten years ago and I would still rather stick needles in my eyes than listen to country music, that’s just a fact.

My life changed dramatically after that, I started frequenting bars because I missed having sexual contact with a man. I could lie and say I was lonely but that wouldn’t be true. I was quite happy, but men are good for some things and one of those things was what I was sorely missing. I could have joined a church, well ok so I did venture out to church one fine Sunday, but I’ll save that for another story.

Music I like turns out to be a big and important part of my life going forward. I was getting acquainted with Shaggy, Bruno Mars, and Maroon 5 but, more importantly, sad country music was a thing of my past. My life going forward was slowly becoming more joyful with each passing day. Ed Sheeran singing ‘Perfect’ with Botticelli is one of my all-time favorites.

How many people even know they’re being pulled down by sad country music? It was a revelation to me, one I tried to correct in the marriage towards the end, to no avail. I even bought ear-buds so I could listen to my own music on long road trips going south, it helped, but too little too late.

It was hard to stay away from country bars because that’s where all the men were. I finally came to my senses and realized that the bars only produced more of what I had already lived with for forty years. I could write and sing my own sad country song, kill me now.. please!

Our lives should be filled with joy and with that in mind I set out to live by my heart, and whatever brought me joy. So not finding any joy in the bars or church, I turned my attention to online dating. Turns out there is a lot of joy happening there. Weeding out the crazies took some time and was a learning curve. The one-night stands were inevitable but I was gaining valuable experience. There was no one judging me but myself and hey.. I was in this for the ride and, learning how to drive in the single lane. I met my lover online and he filled me with such joy he deserved his very own story. So I wrote it and sent it in to be judged in the CBC Short story nonfiction contest. If I win everyone will read it, including my kids.. but what the heck, it won’t be the first time I made their eyes bleed.

So there I was at a Snoop Dogg concert. I am very excited and just a little grateful that my lover was willing to endure it, he really cared about what made me happy. A lover is someone you share a joyful and personal sexual intimacy with, one that is mutually satisfying. If you are lacking that, then he is a husband, a boyfriend, or a one-night stand.

Lovers have their own journeys and if it intertwines with your own for mutual benefits, then just enjoy the ride. Sometimes it can lead to commitments but mostly not, and that is ok, plus you can drag him to a snoop dog concert. (but not the husband or the boyfriend.. just saying)imagesew93opyj

We order a drink from the bar waiting for Snoop, they have a DJ on steroids filling in the waiting time. The pot being smoked is such a surprise to me and an annoyance. Thank God my lover is an ordinary cigarette smoker and so we head outside to fuel his addiction. I suck up the almost fresh air, like a drowning person.

images2i11hxp4The police presence is crazy and I start to wonder about our safety, ya.. a little late for that I know. This was only because of the huge police presence, what were they expecting? We get another body search going back in. If I was not with my lover I might have enjoyed these searches. We endured this a couple more times that evening.

Inside, the venue was getting rowdier and sloppier. We were now stepping in pools of spilled beer and inhaling thick clouds of sickeningly sweet, mind fogging pot. The good-looking kid beside me is hitting on me (his pot-smoking glasses no doubt, I am old enough to be his grandmother) my lover pulls me in closer with a humorous grin on his face. He is so easygoing, he is over 6 feet tall so I feel safe as well and I also feel so lucky.

Two and a half hours later, still no Snoop Dogg, my stomach is turning a bit and I have such a headache. I give in and say “let’s get the hell outta here.” My lover gives a faint sigh of relief, the young guy that was hitting on me is sad to see me go. We walk to Hudsons, a nightclub with great food, a couple of blocks away in the clean, clear fresh night air.

To say we were famished would be putting it lightly, but how could we even eat after coming from a smoke-induced stupor? When I related this to my kids they laughed uproariously. Although I am from the free love, hippie pot-smoking seventies, I only tried pot once. I had kids to grow and a business to run.

imagesdgzfbt5iI was bitterly disappointed I didn’t get to experience Snoop on stage live. My lover soothed my disappointment that night as only he could, and he surprised me the next month with tickets to Il Divo, an operatic boy band (with the sexiest of men).

Il Divo sent shivers of pleasure throughout my body the whole concert. The latter part of the evening back at my condo, the pleasure continued. My taste in music is eclectic, and live performances are always best. Mmmmm.


This concert was not successful for me and it think it was also unprofessional leaving us waiting so long. My opinion only.
This concert was not successful for me and I think it was also unprofessional leaving us waiting so long. My opinion only.


I would like to say to you Snoop Dogg, the only thing I took away from your concert was a headache, an appetite, and this story.