So I know you all are dying to hear about the concert we went to. To sum it all up it was, on a scale of 1-10, AWESOME. Here's a short story of my concert past---Last summer, before the concert Zach and our friends had gone to, I had tickets for another show. I bought tickets to see Regina Spektor, yeah she's cool. I love her music and especially her voice. I was so stoked to see her live and "ooh and ahh" over her crazy piano skills. But my dreams were crushed by my lack of common sense. You see, my friend said, "hey isn't the concert tomorrow?" and I replied, "no, it's in two days from now." Come to find out, we were both wrong. You see it wasn't the day my friend had thought, and it wasn't two days from that date either. Yep you're correct, it was the day in between that we foolishly forgot about. Even better, the day it was on was the day that I had also planned to hang out with Zach, the cute new boy I just had met. So basically, as Zach tells me, I stood up Regina Spektor. In all fairness (or to make me feel better about myself) I did it to hang out with my future husband. I don't regret it too much, I made memories regardless. And my stupidity overall DID pay off.
Back to the show...
I love the atmosphere of concerts. Sometimes they are absurd, but really you put that stuff aside and realize that you are bound to have a great time. So before the show we had some time to kill, and what better way to do that then leaving our small town and getting started on our date. I was ready to see some more city and less chickens. We started in the center of SLC for some Cafe Rio, that's a no brainer. After that I've been dying to introduce Zach to A&W root beer ice cream! I made a few phone calls to find out who serves it, and sure enough just down the street and through the dark alley we found one. Root beer ice cream is one of a kind. So we filled up our bellies and headed to the middle of nowhere, where The Postal Service was playing. We were two hours early, determined for good spot in the sweaty crowd. We waited outside for forever long and met some cool hipsters and other folks from the Utah origin. It was actually fun talking to these people. The "security" divided the men and women into two lines and then we waited another hour. We soon figured out that if we had gotten the 21 and older wrist band for the bar then we could have gotten in earlier...but we stayed true to ourselves and patiently waited for the main doors to open. Zach got in before I did, woman and their purses. I had to wait FOREVER for the security to check these ladies luggage bags, as if they were planning to stay the night. But it was worth the wait to see that Zach bolted in and got the front row. We were at the gate thing that stops wild fans from getting onto the stage. It was pretty great. As Zach left to go check out the T-shirts that were being sold, he told me to make myself big so he wouldn't lose his spot. That is more difficult then you think. These concert people can be loco. But I stood my ground and was obnoxious. We bought some cool shirts and then waited for the show to start. AND did it ever.
I can't even explain how dang great they did. They left me in tears. Just kidding. They were great though. At one point he did jump down from the stage and grabbed my hand as well as Zach's. It was like a "you're my bro" kinda hand grab. Ben Gibbard is the stuff. I loved going out on that date with my husband, no one better to be at that concert with. We sang our lungs out and sweated like crazy. At one point I noticed an arm wrapped around my very taken husband, and I was rolling up my sleeves to see what was up. This drunk young lady had worked her way to the front. Pushing and shoving us against the gate. And annoyingly telling Zach that she was on her honeymoon and she just got married. She would say, "I just got married on saturday, it's like my anniversary, please please I'm on my honeymoon I just got married June 22nd (not last week)." Then Zach replied, "That's awesome I just got married two months ago, April 26th, high five!" Now picture a very drunk woman yelling that at you with her arms around you grabbing you. Then she is whining over and over again begging and begging just wanting to get in the front. WELL LADY, back off my husband and wait in line a few hours earlier next time, then you CAN stand in front. At one point she was was touching me wanting me to move, I looked at her and told her to get her hands off of me and to back off. It was awesome. That was all apart of the experience. The worst!
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| YUM |
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| Oh right! |
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| Waiting patiently |
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| Our dear friend, Benny boy |
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| Her voice is beautiful...Jenny Lewis. |
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