"Someone once told me that women should do two things everyday they love, one thing every week that they treasure, and one bigger thing every month they will never forget." ~ commenter on Modern Mrs. DarcyI love this idea, and since I only vividly remember the moments chronicled in this log, I am writing down those big things monthly.
I should probably preface all of the upcoming enthusiasm with a fact: this was my first ever big-venue concert. Unless you count that Weird Al Yankovic concert I went to at the Puyallup Fair in 2004. I'm not. (I'm not kidding and I'm not counting it).
After 10 years of talking about going to Ottawa Bluesfest together, we finally did it. This is the summer of big moments, which is being followed by an aspirational life of big moments. In short: its time to start checking things off, starting with Bluesfest.
We went to the wrong side of the park and had a to walk all the way around to get to the front gates. After Shawn asked a security guard -- who was about 6'9" -- for directions, I said "that conversation was sooo over my head." I thought it was hilarious. The security guard just looked at me.
I guess we didn't follow the directions very well, because we ended up at an Earl Sweatshirt concert, and we were aiming for The Lumineers. So we learned a little bit about a Freckled Face, avoided the purple smoke and mosh pits, and -- as a reward for hanging out with 18-year-olds for an hour -- got great spots for the headliner concert. Like really great, 30 feet-from-the-stage-on-the-middle-security-fence-great spots.
It was amazing: a foot stomping, hand-clamping good time. And by hand-clapping, I mean high-fiving. High-fiving Wesley Schultz and Jeremiah Fraites. Well, mostly I hit Wesley's arm, but I've never been a good aim, so I'm counting it as a high-five (+/- 5%). Jeremiah and I were perfection -- a hand-on-hand smack -- but I expect that level of accuracy from someone cool enough to wear suspenders for a living.
It rained the whole concert, pouring at times, and I don't think anyone cared. The band splashed in the puddles, and covered John Fogerty's "Have you ever seen the rain?" The best part of that bit was the 65-year old guy who had earlier smoked up behind Shawn (I guess tall people make really great screens) went NUTS when they started the cover. I think its was the best moment of HIS life and I've never been so pleased to be hanging out with a balding pot-smoker. The joy!
So Bluesfest is checked off the list, my life is changed for the better and I'm looking forward to singing to the tunes of Earl Sweatshirt with my students. Juuuuust kidding.