Thursday, September 8, 2011

Restitution of the Century

Let me direct you to this post. 

Read it.  I'll wait.  If you've already read that post and you want to wait with me, here's an awesome photo for you to enjoy:

Photo courtesy of Billboard.

(No...I'm not actually crazy.  I do know that you don't have to wait.  And neither do I.  I was trying to be...funny?  Or something. I really just wanted to post a picture of Dave Grohl.  You know what I'm talkin' about, Katy M.R.)

Done reading?  Good.  Y'all are slow readers. :)

Anyhoo...I haven't forgotten about missing that show.  I'll NEVER forget missing that show.  I'll probably mostly remember because I was gigantically pregnant and super sensitive and hormonal and stuff.  But regardless of why, I'll always remember giving my ticket to my super good friend Erik, who now resides in Germany and gets to be a househusband and drink beer on that bicycle beer cart thingy all day.  (Man...I hope he reads this.)  So he and Chris went and enjoyed the show and called me so I could hear a song...which really just made me cry more.  I appreciate the sentiment, but geez.

The Foos are touring again...3 years later...and I when I learned that they were touring, I patiently awaited the listing for the show in my large Midwest city.  Much to my dismay, all of the US dates have been released and Australian dates are being released.  They.  Aren't.  Coming.  Here.

I waited and waited thinking they'd add my city.  They always stop here!!

I waited so long, in fact, that by the time I was certain they were NOT coming here, all the other Midwest shows were long since sold out.  Meaning that I'd be missing the show yet again.

I've been trying to see this band since...oh, I don't know...since I was around 23 or something.  Since I became a diehard fan.  And it's just never worked out.

I was beginning to think that it was just destiny that I was never going to get to see the Foo Fighters live.  It just wasn't in the cards.

UNTIL.....(cue dramatic music)

Earlier today, my good friend K80 sent me a Facebook message telling me how dismayed she was that the Foos skipped us like we were yesterday's donuts.  I replied that I didn't really know what to say.  Her response??  "I do!!  Come with me to St. L!"

There was NO way I could swing that!!  The show is in less than 2 weeks.  I had plans that day with some friends I haven't seen in 35 years.  I have a 3-year-old and a husband who couldn't POSSIBLY live without me for less than 24 hours (that's sarcastic, Chris.  Don't hate).  No way was that going to work out.

AND THEN...(more dramatic music)

Well, I emailed up (see what I did there?  I used an old phrase with new technology) my friend I haven't seen in 35 years.  I told her the sitch.  And the I THREW MYSELF ON THE MERCY OF THE JENNA COURT and asked her not to hate me.  You know what that sweet lady said?  She said, "You're an idiot if you don't go to that show."  Okay, maybe she didn't call me an idiot, but she probably wanted to.  So we rescheduled and that was taken care of.

Next up?  The husband.  I already had my line of defense.  HE GOT TO GO LAST TIME WITHOUT ME.

End of story.

So...I'll be traveling to St. Louis with K80 in about a week to fulfill my lifelong dream of seeing the Foos live.  She'll never know what this means to me.  Hell, maybe she will, but still. 

I am super stoked.  Excited.  Anxious to be traveling that far without the hubs and the child.  Grateful.  Oh...and excited. :)

Stay tuned (in about a week) for photos.  Probably of just stupid things, but photos anyway.