"Dude, that's us."

The last time we saw them play, Kendall wormed his way to the front row, tried to jump on-stage while screaming something about having Eddie Van Halen's child, got roughed up by the bouncers and then dragged out by security. Fourty-five minutes later, he appeared behind us in the crowd missing his wallet, watch and I think maybe a shoe.

That's right. Van Halen is back and they just added a Dallas stop on their new tour.

Last Saturday, I found myself waiting in line for tickets with 40 other "not-quite-willing-to-let-the-past-go" fans. It was there I struck a conversation up with a balding, overweight 30-something guy.

Me: "Man, look at all of these old, leathery-skinned groupies who have no business wearing tights LIKE THAT."

Him: "I know. The last time I waiting in line for VH tickets, I felt surrounded by hot chicks. They were everywhere."

Me: "So what happened? We're now surrounded by rode-hard-and-put-away-wet grandmas and fat, balding guys wearing Diver Down concert t-shirts that are WAY too small. Pathetic."

Both: "............"

Him: "Uh, dude, that's us."

Me: "Damn...you're right."