And then ... I cried.

One of the most anticipated weekend's in all of my life (minus my wedding, the birth of my children, and pretty much anything else important) has come and gone, and MAN am I exhausted. I really want to be able to articulate all that happened and the thoughts/emotions/snippets going on in my head. But, first, I have a confession. This happened:

BUT, I didn't have binoculars or the snazzy shirt.

I cried. I am embarrassed just repeating it to all of my 15 readers and the whole rest of the internet, I suppose, but I am nothing if not brutally honest.

So, here's what happened: On the first night of our Dave Matthews filled weekend, Jake and I had pavilion tickets. We were the only ones out of our group, so we decided that we would hang out with everyone in the lawn and then periodically go down and check out our seats. We had "upper pavilion" seats, so they weren't super fantastic or anything, and I really enjoyed just hanging with the group. We all took turns going down there, and it was fun. Jenny (Brandon's wife) and I went down for a song (and got majorly stink-eyed by the lady sitting next to me. I mean, looking back that lady was really a huge bitch.)

Then, came the encore break and Jake said, "Come on, Bri. Let's go down there!" And I of course was like, "JESSSSHHH!" (cause that's how I sound when I am excitedly saying Yes). We were approaching the pavilion and Jake turned back to me and said, "Bri, just follow my lead and when I tell you to jump over a bar, you jump over a bar." So down we walked, down, down, down. Way past where our seats were supposed to be. Then, comes "bar 1" into VIP seating area one. "Hop it!" I hopped. Jake continued to walk behind me back and forth in the aisle as to not draw attention to himself. (We are super stealth). Next came bar 2. Which, I actually think I hopped on my own (because remember, I am cray cray). Then, I looked up and realized I was the closest I had ever been to my favorite band, in a VIP section, with a group of very nice people who did not mind one bit that I was hanging with them. I remember standing there thinking, I CAN SEE THEIR FACES. I CAN SEE THE ENTIRE BAND ALL AT ONCE.

And then, I cried.

Obviously, I felt like a huge dumb ass, and I tried to not let anyone see me, because OHMYGOD how embarrassing. And, don't worry it wasn't like an ugly cry sob sort of thing. But, the whole thing was so cool. I cried partly because Jake wanted so badly for me to get up close and I thought it was so genuinely sweet of him to want this so badly for me. I cried partly because I couldn't believe how close I was to seeing them play. I cried partly because HOLY MOLY sitting up close is a bazillion times better than sitting in the lawn.

Then, we left, and I told everyone how I had a Michael Jackson fan moment, and I felt so stupid. But, hey, it was real yo.

Also, another sidenote, I am really sick of people making fun of people that like Dave Matthews. Apparently liking the Dave Matthews Band is just about the uncoolest thing ever (especially according to my Twitter feed) and I may be over-reacting about this, but it sort of pisses me off when people judge other's musical taste. I mean, I get that the whole DMB-crowd has a bad reputation, and that there are people that go that have absolutely no idea what songs they are playing and just go to get wasted. But, there are actually people that go to listen to the music. I don't know, I just feel like people are being extra snotty when they rip on it. It sorta hurts my feelings I guess. I never claimed to be the coolest person in the world (see story above), but I will not judge you for liking a certain band. Not even Hootie and the Blowfish. Not even Hanson. NOT EVEN. (I will judge you if you have a stupid vanity plate, though. Sorry.)

In conclusion, it was a fun weekend. Thanks to all that put up with me.