When we were young

Here is another blog draft from September of last year, I believe...

Everyone has that night that they remember in high school. That night that defines their youth. You rarely know you're experiencing it while it's happening, and it may not occur to you until years or decades later...but it happens. For me...it was the third eye blind concert my sophomore year of high school. I went with my aunt, sister, and cousin, who I immediately ditched for my friends. I was 15 after all. :) Well, either way, a decade passes and I'm officially old because my favorite high school band is touring again, and, like them, I too like to relive my glory days. And my wonderful husband knows that. So he buys me tickets. Most. Perfect. Husband. Ever. 

Mom and Aunt Katie come into town. Mom watches the babes. Aunt Katie attends the concert. She too became a fan after I subjected her to hours of their terrible music while cruising around Jackson in my firebird...and for that, you're welcome ;)

 We are STOKED! Two dolled up girls and one heavy metal lover who loves his wife more and is willing to suffer through the drippy, teenage-angst music for me. *Heart flutter* Well...me and the promise of lots and lots of beer.

 We arrive, I float in on a cloud.

 We find the Ciroc tent and get our evening started. Below is our Empire shot.

A shot of the stage before the magic happens!

 And then...the utter disappointment...sheer pain...as my favorite bands front man comes out in a beanie and a skirt. A skirt? Seriously? You are too freaking old for that. Which then, I'm painfully aware, so am I. That was a sad moment. Then I remembered, before the depression set it, they make beer for that. Mind numbing and wonderful beer. The night continued to improve with every purchase.

 It got better...

 And better...

And better...

With the strike of three cords, I was 15 and standing in a field at Fort Gordon again. Except this time, I had no curfew, I could buy beer, and I was going to steal a kiss from my man at the end of the night :)

So, in the end, yes, we all get old. And we all cling desparately to the best memories of our adolescence. The music becomes "classic," (well, not in this case). But for me, while this was one of the most memorable nights of my teen years...the years only get better. The friends and family beside you are treasured more dearly. And the memories you make, are even sweeter!