At the show last night

Last night, I finally did something I've wanted to do since I was a child. I went with my wife and youngest son to see Duran Duran in concert. I've been a major fan of theirs since 1982, and seeing them live was on my bucket list.

The show was great, and I had a decent time, but it could have been better (not because of the band, despite the absence of Nick Rhodes, my favorite keyboard player).

I spent most of the show worried about the wife's mood, though I was determined to have a good time regardless. She's never really liked the band, and usually has something snide to say whenever I play any of their music around her (which I seldom do anymore).

Now, to be fair, buying the tickets was her idea. I simply mentioned that they were coming to town a month ago, and she told me to go ahead and purchase the tickets. This was one of her attempts at being nice lately, which I appreciate, but I'm cautious of.

She's not a monster, let me get that straight right now. I'm not trying to paint her in a bad light, or make her look horrible here. She can be quite sweet, when the mood strikes, and I haven't exactly been the husband of the year in the past.

Anyway, it was a sweet gesture, and oneI sincerely appreciated, even if I was a bit nervous about it.

When the show began with the band Chic, she seemed to be having a good time with our son. We were all laughing, dancing and enjoying the lights and music.

Then came some people who took the seats next to her. The man kept stepping on my wife's foot and sticking his butt in her face as he danced with is date. At first, he apologized and moved back toward his own seat, when he noticed he was invading her space. But, then he eventually stopped even acknowledging his mistakes.

As Duran Duran took the stage (the band I was there to see), I saw the angry, brooding look on her face, and figured the night was now officially ruined. I offered to switch seats with her, and at first, she refused. But soon, she accepted my offer when she had enough of the jerk beside her.

For the rest of the night, I stood in such a way that whenever he backed into my space, he got one of my elbows sharply in his back. After three or four times, I guess he finally got the point, because he seemed to get a lot more cautious about where he was dancing.

However, the damage was pretty much done at that point. She remained seated, checking Facebook, and looking angry the rest of the show. By the time the band came out for the encores, our son was ready for the restroom, so I told her we could leave.

I give her a lot of credit. She really did try to have a good time and let me enjoy myself last night. I was honestly worried that it would end a lot worse than it did.

I would like to believe that maybe, just maybe, things may finally be changing for us. Still, I need to keep my guard up and be careful.