oh that's somethin' that just don't happen twice...

well boys and girls, i did it. i finally accomplished the one thing that really completed this thing called life i have been wasting away these past 20 years. i saw kenny chesney in concert. yes, that's right. you can close your agape mouths right now folks. i can die happier.

okay, so 3/4 of you hate, as my mom calls it, "country western" music, and think i'm a loser for going. but whatever. honestly, i couldn't have asked for a better night. the timing was perfect. it was the most fabulous way to seriously forget about life for three hours. yes, i am a dork, but i think my cowboy [or cowgirl, however you wanna look at it] hat not only fit right in, but helped me pretend i lived in a 506 population town, or whereever half of those true country-ans live. whatever.

[side note ~ not only does gretchen wilson have the most amazing voice i've heard live in a long time, but she is so beautiful it's ridiculous. she has a little girl, and is skinnier than i am. it was a little nauseating, but she may just be my new favorite anyway:) also... "follow me" by uncle kracker is way more fun to sing along with live.]

so i won't bore you with the specific details of the concert's exceptionalism [like when kenny came out on a swing across the kohl center, singing 'keg in the closet'... ahhh beautiful.], since most of you don't even know what to appreciate. all i can say is that it really helped me just be a kid. i get a kick out of my silly white girl moves when i'm in the moment, and i don't care. i hope i looked ridiculous.

at one point i looked out into the sold out show and just smiled because i mean, it's weird, and it's going to sound dumb, but it struck me that everyone there was just... happy. every person was smiling and dancing, and no matter what was going on in anyone's lives, it didn't matter. and it was just this three hour moment that i'll never be able to relive completely, which is a cool feeling. it sort of allowed me to appreciate it all that much more.

every now and then when the caucasion dance moves of myself and steve would occasionally coincide, and we'd end up sort of back to back, singing along to every song, swaying together, it just all felt so right. it was just a happy time. in there, no expectations needed to be met. no one was there to feel self conscious around. it was just me and my friend. having a [sober] blast.

i guess it was just fun. genuine fun that i haven't had in a while. and i hate the word fun, b/c it sounds so simple and easy... but it seems to be appropriate.

hopefully i'll get on the ball and buy my dave matthews ticket soon... and perhaps be sober for that one as well, since apparently it's much more worthwhile when you remember it... and don't get sick on the ride home.