So one day I was sitting in the office, bumped my phone and triggered the radio station Q102, of course volume full blast with Maroon 5 blaring. One of our oh so young interns commented about the type of music I listen to...I'm too old for it she says. I raised one eyebrow “I am not “too” old and I like what I like which is a cross between alternative rock top 40, and no, top 40 does not mean over 40.”
So I like music, my kind of music and I go to concerts. I pay top dollar for tickets because if I am going to see someone I literally like to see them — not some tiny ant like figure on the stage. In the last couple of years I have gotten to see Rob Thomas, once in Indianapolis where we had good seats and got to attend a back stage party. It was a whole different world than I was was used to. What my friend and I were saying as we drank Yeager Bombs (which I never had and never will again...tastes like NyQuil). Anyway we kept chanting “Party like rock star.” And we did. I don't think I have ever had so much fun. Ashley didn't think so much the next day. I don't think she moved far from the couch. I felt fine.
The second time I went was the same year but was in Sioux City. I took Tyler because he had never been to a concert. Like I said I like good seats and boy did we get them. Sixth row, aisle seats. Rob Thomas sat across from us watching the Plain White T's (the warm up band). He was kicking it back, drinking a beer. Oh so close, I just wanted to jump across the aisle and chat with him, but alas the huge hulk of bodyguard sitting next to him deterred my approach. Cool part though is when he belted out “This is how a heart breaks” he jumped off the stage and came down the aisle. I reached out and he grabbed my hand. Screaming like a teeny bopper I jumped up and down. Oddly enough what went through my head was “Geez he has soft skin.” And then it was “I will never wash this hand again.”
Yes, maturity is showing through.
Recently I had the fortune to go to see Ed Sheeran who is touted to be the most popular male artist at this time. Tickets sold out quickly before I even knew he was going to be in Omaha. A couple of months ago I was listening to the radio and Ed's song “Thinking out loud” came on. I got this same impulsive rush I get when I shop QVC— to spend money on things I really don't need. I wanted to see him and come hell or high water I was going to see him. I got on Stubhub and picked me up a ticket for a large sum of money that I knew I couldn't afford. But I was going to see Ed Sheeran and I was on the main floor, center section, row 12!
As time drew nearer for the concert I began to get nervous. That was a lot of money to spend on recreation...and to go by myself? I've only just begun to go into sit down restaurants and eat by myself. This was driving down to Omaha alone and worse yet driving back alone. I wasn't too concerned about sitting by myself, heck it wasn't like all those young people would notice me.
Tuesday afternoon late, I nervously got ready to go. I even got into an argument with my boyfriend saying “Well I won't go to the concert then.” Part of me was screaming “The hell you're not!” With things smoothed over and fifteen minutes later than I wanted to take off, I left the drive way. It was 5:20 and the concert started at 7:30 and it was a two hour drive. I hoped he had a warm up band. Well with a little help from that lead in my right shoe, my little candy apple Chevy Cobalt made it into the parking lot at the Century Link Center by 7:20. Phew.
With a heightened sense of excitement and anxiety I found my seat, and yeah it was a good one. The singer Micheal Blunt was singing. Never heard of him but he sounded good. There were folks around me of all ages so I didn't feel so awkward. I began to relax even more when people around me began to compare what they paid for tickets. I had to laugh to myself because there were a few more hard up to see Ed than me.
One thing I wish people would do at concerts, when you buy seats, sit in them! I am short and I would love to be able to see the artist...not from between peoples heads and bodies or the television monitors overhead...but see the actual living person. That's what I came here for...to see Ed. Makes me grumpy when I know I am short. Do you suppose if I stood on my chair, the people around me would chew me out? EXACTLY!
Anyhow the concert was great, crowd was extremely loud but great, but most important Ed was great!
I left early during the last song in hopes of beating the crowd. It was not an original thought. I went to the lot I was sure I left my car...Lot B...yeah that's right...Lot B. Do you have any idea how big lot B is? I do, I walked every parking spot but one looking for my car. I thought I would be cool and hit the lock button so the lights would come and the horn would honk. Em...me and a hundred or so other people thought the same thing. Lights were flashing and horns were blasting. My ears hurt and my eyes felt like they were seeing a strobe light for the first time. So I walked...and walked and got excited when I saw a red car only to see it was not my baby. Forty-five minutes I walked around the parking lot, shear panic creeping up on me. Well obviously I was just going to have to wait until every single car left this place and the one that was left over was mine. Then I got the idea to go to the the entrance I came in. I remembered I didn't have to drive that far to get a spot. Still up one row and down another. I wanted to cry. Then I stopped in my tracks...turned around and looked over my right shoulder...red car, Ida County license plates. “Scarlet! I found you!”
For all the hell I went through finding my car, I managed to get in the right lane to get out of the parking lot and onto the street. I was on Highway 29 North in no time. Driving home was not so bad after all.
Lesson learned...look at the pole number when you park your car.
Look out Matchbox 20, October 6th we'll do it again!