I went to a concert! My daughter invited me to go along. So I thought, oh well, guess I'll go keep her company...
When the concert ended I was walking happily in the August night, the singers sweaty towel hanging from my backpocket :)
Strange things happen, when a 15 year old invites you to come listen to a Chilean reggae band :D
*How to become the owner of a sweaty towel at a concert? You've got to go dance in front of the stage and reach out your hands for the towel thrown into the crowd...
