They went to see Gavin Adcock, a country singer known for getting a little rowdy at his shows. The concert was at the Steelhouse in Omaha. Since he was going with a good group of friends, and after reviewing the safety rules, he was free to go. I asked Robb what we needed to talk to him about beforehand, and Robb just laughed. I’m definitely a worrier! I told Bryce not to leave his drink unattended, to which he replied, “1. I’m too cheap to buy water at the concert, and 2. I don’t think I’m the target audience for a date rape drug.” Touche.
I also warned him to be careful about getting too close to the front so he didn’t get squished. Robb looked at me, rolled his eyes, and whispered, “Get as far to the front as possible—that’s where the fun is.” Clearly, Robb and I enjoy concerts a little differently.
They all made it to the concert and came home together. Bryce got his first taste of what a concert is really like: he got beer thrown on him as people tossed it toward the stage, there were a couple of fights (thankfully, they stayed out of them—4 rich white boys don’t have much street cred!), and someone in front of him puked all over. All in all, it was a pretty memorable night. The best part? Bryce got to break in the cowboy boots he got for Christmas.






