Just the thought of seeing Steve Martin on Friday night had me giddy in my office chair all week. Finally, the time came, and I found myself equally giddy in my theater chair anticipating the start of the show.
The crowd was much more diverse and younger than the typical Kravis grey-haired audience. A 5-year old boy was sitting to my right. I asked him if he was excited to see Steve Martin, and he responded with a blank stare. Turned out his "I'm not a regular mom, I'm a cool mom" chaperone had strategically chosen this as his first concert, hoping it would turn into a special memory.