I rarely get really excited about things. For better or worse — it’s just not my way.
Today is an exception.
Because tonight — I’ll be here.
Right where that dark blue dot is. In seats for which I practically re-mortgaged my house.
Because you know who will be on that gray area designated “stage”?
And he just doesn’t come to town that often. So I’m really glad we can be reunited. At least in my head.
To all of tonight’s concert-goers around me: Let me offer an advance apology for my behavior.
First, it may resemble hysteria at times, a la The Beatles on “The Ed Sullivan Show.” Because there aren’t many moments, for me, like the one when U2 walks onto the stage to start a show. My husband finds me unrecognizable at these times. Mercifully, for him, they are not frequent.
Also, I will sing every song. Loudly. And I’ll kind of be annoyed if you don’t know all the words too. Because, why are you there wasting good concert real estate if your devotion is not genuine?
{On a related note: If you were born after “The Joshua Tree” was made, please don’t show up with a better seat than mine. This may cause things to get ugly.}
And finally, I may or may not make a total ass of myself yelling into the New Jersey night time sky. These cries will be a mixture of glee, anticipation and humiliation. Don’t mind the old geezer mom out way past her bedtime.
So bear with me. I don’t get out much. I certainly don’t act like I’m 15 very often. But I’ve loved these four guys from Ireland for about 25 years — they’re sort of the soundtrack of my life. And I have an irrational fear at each show that it could be the last.
Watch out, Meadowlands. Especially section 135. It’s going to be a great night.
How many times have you seen them? I’m sure you know. 😉 Enjoy!
Can you believe I don’t know the exact count?! I was trying to figure it out — my guess is between 35 & 40.
Have a blast! I’ve seen them a few times with P, and they never disappoint. If I were a betting man, I’d put a hundred down that you somehow find your way backstage!
Ask P if he remembers the Foxboro show from the 2nd row!
Uh, we don’t talk about his 2nd row experience. My jealous mind can’t handle it.
At around 4:30 pm today someone called me because they had an extra ticket to this very show. And I passed on it because I didn’t think I could organize my life, kid care, etc in time for a 7pm show. I’m kicking myself now. Hope you had an amazing time. Something tells me you did!
You passed? Oh no!
But I can see how it’s a lot to pull together last-minute. I’ll lie and tell you that you didn’t miss much 😉
If he’s your “other husband”, who’s your husband’s “other wife”? 😉
Excellent question. This may warrant a guest post from the husband.
Tell him my vote is Giada de Laurentis!
Interestingly, I can confirm that she would not make the short list. Because we frequently discuss our mutual fear of her giant bobble head skull. In fact, she’s known as Big Head Giada here. So we have to find him a new Other Wife. With a normal head.
Salma Hayek has my vote! ; )
awe.some.
It really was.