SOS - Psychedelic Furs Concert

This Sunday Soap Opera involves rain and 1980's music. Please go visit other more poignant or funnier Soap Operas at Brillig and Walking Kateastrophe's.

It was 1986. The guy I was dating was in college. I was in high school. We had tickets to see the Psychedelic Furs at a brand new outdoor music venue a la Red Rocks in Colorado (except without the rocks so not as cool). The buzz was that you could have an outdoor concert even in the rain. The folks in the uncovered grass section in the way back were, well, stuck in the rain but those of us under the roof could remain dry.

That is if the first 26 rows didn't flood. Which is what happened when we arrived for the show in the pouring rain. So we got - ahem - rain checks for our tickets. The Furs would be back around in the fall.

Which ended up being a long time for a high school romance. This guy was someone I had dated on and off. During one of the "off" times I had noticed a fellow my age in that promising location, homeroom. So, that summer I was done with college guy and started dating homeroom fellow.

Somehow homeroom fellow and I had managed to start dating without being noticed by the gossip mongers at our high school. So fall rolled around and we were back in school pleasantly dating.

We were at his locker and he excitedly told me he had gotten tickets for the now rescheduled fall Psychedelic Furs concert. Of course he assumed I was going with him.

I had never told him about the rain check tickets with college guy.

So I told him I couldn't go with him because I already had a ticket and a ride with a former beau.

I figured the place was huge and we wouldn't run into each other.

The days leading up to the concert homeroom fellow seemed to take it well. The night of the concert he went with a couple of friends and I went with college guy.

We walked into the venue and were sitting in the middle section in the center. We were on an aisle side. We danced and sang but it was awkward. The Psychedelic Furs were heading into the encore part of the show when the entire row emptied of concert-goers. At the end of the row I was in, at the other aisle, was homeroom fellow with the friends.

I was told later that one of the friends, an incredibly nice and bubbly girl, saw me and said "Oh!!! There's Allison with her *college* boyfriend! He's so good-looking and COOL!" She was clueless that I had broken up with college guy and I was dating homeroom fellow standing right next to her.

To which he snarled "Let's see how cool he is" and proceeded to lead the group across the row.

I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye, turning to see him coming towards us. I found myself between two tall men who were glaring at each other (keep in mind I'm 5'9"). I muttered introductions, watched them shake hands in front of me and then they both furiously danced on either side of me.

I actually don't remember the concert ending or saying goodbye to the high school group. What I remember was riding in college guy's car with the moon roof open looking at the stars. He was seething and I was happy.

I spent the rest of my senior year in high school dating homeroom guy.