Oh boy. You are NOT going to believe this.
Yesterday I was so excited ... like, crazy excited. For 3 months I had been waiting with two tickets to a concert that my hubby had said, "go - have a great time - pick a friend - I'll stay home with the kiddies". I convinced a girl-friend of mine to join me - and it was going to be a crazy-fun night. At least that was the plan.
My hubby came home from work, packed up the kids and headed to my in-laws for dinner. I got in his car, put the band on through the system, and headed to pick my friend up - bopping around in the car like a crazy person at every stop-light.
I was so excited.
I picked her up, and we headed to the concert venue, about a half hour away. We were early, so we went to get a bite to eat at Milestones. When we arrived, I mentioned to the hostess that we were in a bit of a hurry ... we had a concert to go to at 7pm.
That's when everything changed.
"Oh," she smiled. "Which concert? It was crazy here last night - with the whole Maroon5 concert and all."
I turned to my friend and laughed, " ... can you imagine if we had missed it??" Her eyes met mine and then my face dropped, my heart skipped a beat. I panicked.
I had left the tickets in the car, so I ran out - thinking to myself, "no - I couldn't have" ... unlocked the door ... saw the tickets.
I hung my head.
I checked my Iphone calendar. September 13. I had written it down wrong ... and honestly? I felt a little sick.
I slowly made my way back into the restaurant where the servers were watching against the bar, waiting to see what I was going to do. I was dumbfounded. I looked at my friend ... I shrugged my shoulders .., " ... we missed it. I am so sorry."
Her and I ended up having a lovely dinner, with a great time of catching up and a much needed yam fries appy - plus two shared desserts ... The restaurant felt so bad for us, they took the cost of the appy and dessert off of the bill - so that was really nice. We called it a night at around 9pm, and I blasted music all the way home, clapping and wha-hooing at the end of every song in true concert fashion - which my friend found quite amusing.
I came home - and my hubby just smiled and shook his head. He had a couple of buddies over, and they were kind enough to not mock me too much ... And then I promptly went online to see about the possibility of seeing another show. The next concert with available tickets was in California. Hmmm. I looked at my hubby with the best puppy-dog eyes I could muster, to which he gave the knowing, "not.a.chance." look. Fair enough.
I mean, really. Who misses a concert??
Hmm. I guess I do. But in all of this, there is one good thing ... I will never, ever forget my first Maroon5 concert experience. Or rather, the lack there-of.
Here's a photo of us before we realized that our night of crazy fun would end up being a night of intaking an insane amount of calories ... and that it would be music-less.
Makes me so mad. Woulda-coulda-shoulda ... if I had just checked. Or printed the tickets out on Sunday. Or read the paper about upcoming events. Or if I had just realized that when my friends posted pics of THEM at Monday's concert - that I had missed it, and try to make attempts to head to Washington State for last night's concert.
I have no one to blame but myself.
I have no one to blame but myself.
Ah well. Such is life. It just wasn't meant to be.
So. I hope YOU have a great one *grin*. And don't miss out on anything you've been looking forward to *wink*.