Happy Belated Flag Day

I am sure that most of you (all four people that read this) are waiting in anticipation of how the Dave Matthews concert was. Let me just say this: when I woke up in the morning, I had a pretzel in my shirt. That's the kind of night it was. K-RAZ-EEE, with a capital "K." The concert itself was actually very disappointing. I was very mad at Dave for playing too many new songs (which I hate .... you know the whole thing, "Now, we will play something from our new album," and the groans that follow). I knew that would happen, but all of the old songs he played were horrible. I was seriously screaming at him, which I don't think the girls standing in front of me were too pleased about. But, I didn't really care. Every single person there (well, at least in the lawn) were soaked. Every inch of my clothing, body, hair. Soaked. It was pouring down rain for a good three hours. I think the rain instilled some sort of craziness abound in people. I am not sure I even saw Jake at all. At concerts he tends to become best friends with the people around him. He was introducing me to his "new friends" left and right. He also was intregal in starting the mud hill sliding in the lawn. This kid, who looked to be about 16, clad in a trash bag with a hole in the top slid down the mud hill a few times. Jake grabs his trash bag and says, "Hey, it's my wife's birthday. Slide down for her. Whooooooooooooooo!" The kid looked at me like he was going to cry, took a deep breath and that was all I saw as his little head disappeared down the muddy hill.

We also were joined by Pheney and his Canadian friend. At one point Pheney, for reasons unknown, decided that it was best if he took off his underwear. I think he felt they were too wet, I am not quite sure. So, he had someone cover him as he took off his shorts. Unfortunately my friend Ericka was not expecting this (who would?) and saw him naked. I don't think it phased him much, because he pulled his shorts back on and whipped his underwear into the crowd below. I feel so bad for whoever got nailed with Pheney's wet underwear. Hopefully they just thought it was a heavy rain drop.

But, the rain stopped eventually and we were permitted by Jake to stay until the end of the concert. (After every song he said we were going to leave). We retreated to Ward's parents minivan and ate many Gardettos and pretzel rods. (Hence, the pretzel in the shirt).

All in all, it was a good time. I can't say I will ever have the will to stand through another concert while buckets of water are pouring down on my head, but I am glad to say that I did it once.