Column - Cheez-Its and chocolate

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I spent last Friday night with two of my favorite men – my husband, Mike, and David Cook.

In honor of our 12th anniversary, I took my husband to the David Cook concert at Mystic Lake Casino. Last year, he took me to the demolition derby.

Ten minutes into the opening act, I wondered if I’d made the right decision – I compared the band, Green River Ordinance, to an early Plain White Tees, to which Mike answered, “Who?”

In my excitement over an excuse to get grandma and grandpa to watch the kids while we went to a concert, I may have overlooked the great divide that exists in our music preference. Had I just engulfed my husband in live version of the ultimate chick flick?

My concerns for Mike vanished as David appeared amid the smoke and lights of the stage.

He opened with Collective Soul’s The World I Know to kick-off his own, Mr. Sensitive.

From the first time I saw him, I knew there was something special and at this concert we got a firsthand glimpse of a super-sweet charismatic guy – David, not Mike; well, Mike is sweet too, but that wasn’t my point.

This wasn’t just a rocker and his band making a lot of noise on stage. He – David, not Mike – got the crowd involved, encouraging fans to stand up and cheer. He even pulled out his earpiece to hear the shouts and asked for house lights so he could see the crowd, showing all his fans that he cares what they think about his music.

Although I had to explain his obsession with Cheez-Its – David’s, not Mike’s – (Actually, Mike really likes Cheez-Its too, except I don’t think David would have the time or interest to hear about Mike’s love of Cheez-Its. Unless David really loves Cheez-Its and cares about other Cheez-Its fans). Anyway, I explained to Mike that David loves Cheez-Its after a fan handed him – David not Mike – a box of Cheez-Its and a chocolate rose to which he – David not Mike – said “Cheez-Its and chocolate, is that a proposal?” Then he – Mike, not David – said “yum” or maybe “mmm” or “hmmm,” it was hard to tell with all the noise. Regardless, at that moment I realized it was the perfect date for us – Mike and me, not David and me; good grief, I’m a married woman (!) – since my eternal weakness is chocolate.

While he didn’t know the words to a single song – Mike, not David (that would make for a pretty dull concert if David didn’t know the words) – he still found David Cook a great entertainer.

He even let me hold his hand – Mike, not David – during his – David’s not Mike’s – song Lie.

In a perfect ending to the perfect night, he – David, not Mike – ended the concert with my favorite, A Daily AntheM, written in honor of his – David’s, not Mike’s – brother, Adam – our son’s name is also Adam, Mike’s brother’s name is Paul (I just thought I’d clarify.)

While we’ve – do I really have to explain this one? – spent the last 12 years disagreeing about music, this “rock-iversary” was most definitely a chart topper.

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