not for lack of inspiration have I not been blogging–there is almost too much to stop and think about. i’m almost afraid to stop and think about it. there has been some good, great even. there has been the muddle and then, of course, that broken bramble called Hell.
On June 9th, I went to the DMB concert. This year I stayed sober so as not to miss the concert by ambulance ride to ER. I’ve never been that girl before, I’m usually the drunk one that goes off to puke it off in the woods and come back for more. Not last year. A mix of 90 degrees, hours of tailgating on asphalt, beer, jungle juice, pot, xanax, no food or water and a medication that causes seizures fucked with me. Yeah, yeah, i deserved it. Luckily last years set list wasn’t this year’s. OH MY GOD.
having tickets that allow you to pass by 10 guards who each take a flashlight to the location line of the ticket, nod, and step aside to let you keep proceeding down the aisle TO THE 6TH ROW, is something I could learn to get used to.
Dave Matthews stood directly in front of me. I could practically smell his breath. Some deadbeats in Row 5 never showed so my 6th & center arrangement was sparse and loud. just the way i like it. I had to pee but every song that came on was too worthy. I finally had to bust to the bathroom when he started up Gravedigger. It was raining out. The day had a thick, humid gym towel around your neck feeling at about 93 degrees. the rain mixed with darkness and Dave’s knowing voice humming out “so that I can feel the rain” became one of those moments of peaceful content that come around about once a year, like Christmas or a Victoria’s Secret sale. Funny where these can strike–a line to the ladies room never made me so happy.
Today I am leaving for Pomona, CA., for a work conference. For 4 days I’ll be doing that, laptopless, and then I’m taking 6 days with a rented Focus to check out San Diego. Last night I packed for 3 hours. I’m scared that my suitcase will be very heavy and I’ll be charged an extra fee for its heft. Also, I’m scared that I don’t have enough. I don’t know how the hell to pack for this trip. It’s 73 in San Diego and hot as hell but work related in Pomona. Sigh.
I have to leave soon and i still have to pack my non clothes items. I just couldn’t go without telling you, my 5 readers, that I have not flown the coop entirely. Wish me luck in Cali.