Or maybe my flashback is because it's Friday, or it's the huge cookie that I ate, that my body now says no bueno to.
So I'm toodling around on FaceBook today and in my news feed was a convo between a friend and one of HER other friends. The words Van Halen and Jump, well........JUMPED out at me!
I'm not a concert goer. I would rather got to dinner 13 times than spend the same amount of money on a concert ticket. I buy the CD, load to my podder and call it good. I know, I am so LAME! However, in our early married years, we did a few concerts. Van Halen being the first one we ever went to together! I remember sitting in the old Salt Palace (you Salt Lakers will know what I am talking about), and rocking out with a bunch of stoners who for some reason kept passing things down the aisle. Oh the good ole days when folks were so sharing and giving.
Our seats weren't bad, but they weren't the best. And since I enjoy the motto of "Go big or go home" or loosely translated "Be the best or don't waste your time", or even " Win at all costs" I was determined that the next concert I go to, I was sleeping out for tickets. Yes, I said sleeping out. That's what we did when dinosaurs roamed the earth, we slept out on the sidewalk in front of the Salt Palace forming a line until the ticket office opened. I was going to do what it took to NOT have anyone in my way at another concert. I would be the one that others looked at jealously because of my awesome seats. Yeah, I'm pretty much just.that.mean.
A year or so later, another favorite band announced a tour. These guys:
Yeah, you KNOW it!
Splenda worked nights so my BIL and I went early, found a piece of pavement behind a few other sickos such as ourselves and parked our carcasses down. With some sleeping bags and lounge chairs. On the freaking downtown streets of Salt Lake! Crazy. Pure and simple. Crazy.
At any rate - I got 3rd row, center seats. Best ever! And to top it off, the night we went to the concert, is the same day I found out I was pregnant with my oldest - 'dawg. Maybe that's why he has the same competitive attitude. And the fact that he can grow a mean beard if he wanted to!
Let's not discuss the other two concerts that Splenda and I decided to attend within the first year or two of marriage. Lionel Richie and Ratt don't deserve conversation. Not even the mere fact that we walked out of both of them. Early.