We’re terrible bloggers, but with good reason.

So we haven’t blogged in over a week. I blame myself mostly. Life has been so crazy, literally non-stop, yet until a few days ago, none of it was really blog-worthy? I don’t know quite how to explain it. Bloggers, tell me, does this every happen to you? There’s so much going on, but none of it can be told with any sense of logical narrative, and it just feels too varied to consume logically?

After spending the weekend with my brother in Omaha (now two Sunday’s ago — ugh), I headed to Lincoln for a three day meeting with my coworkers. It was my hope to maybe explore the Lincoln CrossFit scene or kind of explore the town and tell you about it, but I literally worked from the time I woke up to the time I collapsed into bed each night. Definitely not blog-worthy. I drove home late Wednesday night and spent a few days at home catching up on even more work before packing up yet again and leaving for Springfield with Neil and the pups.

Picking up daddy from work. On the lookout...

You see, back in February, we bought tickets to see Eddie Vedder in Tulsa. I’m a huge fan of his, so you can imagine how excited I was. Then, a few weeks before the show, the entire tour was postponed because Eddie sustained some nerve damage to his hand and couldn’t play. We were given the option to get a refund for our tickets, but opted to hold onto them instead and attend the shows rescheduled for a few days ahead of Thanksgiving, knowing we’d be in Springfield for the holiday and it would be a fun way to belatedly celebrate our sixth anniversary (we mark our relationship anniversary more significantly than our wedding anniversary — quite simply we’re just more attached to it).

Tulsa...

So off we went to Tulsa Monday morning, leaving the pups in the care of Neil’s parents. We sprung for a room at The Mayo, a gorgeous old hotel downtown, conveniently close to the Brady. The rooms were absolutely gorgeous, and our corner room sported an awesome double-paned view.

Oh Oklahoma. These ladies were having a spirited discussion about how godlessness has ruined Austin, TX. Little do they know, this destructive heathen is quietly eating his burger beside them, obviously just waiting for orders from central command to dest

After checking in, we grabbed lunch at The Atlas Grill, a tiny diner tucked into the back of the Marriot, and then spent a few hours lounging before the show. The Brady is an incredible venue. Big enough, but completely intimate, as it was designed and well broken in by the time microphones became commonplace. We picked up tour shirts and a poster for our loft and settled into our balcony-level seats.

Show venue...

A few minutes later, a woman approached us, obviously with the band, and offered us upgraded floor seats. We said yes, thinking we probably scored something in the middle set of seats. However, upon closer inspection, they were for the front row! I felt kind of sheepish, as we weaved through the crowd, passing people who we knew had paid twice what we had, but once we were at the front, I could only think of how close I was going to be to Eddie once he started playing. Hey, everyone has to have that one thing/person they are kind of fanatical about right?

Glen Hansard was the opening act. I’d only heard his biggest hit, Falling Slowly, but in all honestly I actually prefer the rest of the library so much more. He’s a great entertainer and amazingly talented musician and I will definitely be listening to much more of him now for sure.

Seeing Eddie on-stage was just, wow, a thrill of a lifetime. He covered a little bit of everything, from Pearl Jam hits, to tracks from Into the Wild and Eukulele Songs. He also did some covers, and even impressions. He did an awesome impression of Willie Nelson covering his PJ hit “Just Breathe.” As a Wilson fan, it was dead-on. Glen came out and played with him for a few songs, along with the nearly the entirety of the three encores Eddie did. Talk about wow. Throughout the show he tossed things into the audience, and talked to people. He slowly worked his way across the audience and when finally he made contact with our side, he shook both of our hands and pressed this into mine.

So this happened. Upgraded from balcony to row 1. He shook my hand and gave me this. I can die now...

Yes, this happened. I could have died. It was probably good he didn’t play “Come Back” or I would have turned into a puddle.

It was all so surreal, and being the sap I am with a good soundtrack, I couldn’t help but reflect on the past six years and how much Neil and I have grown into our collective lives, each giving the other the missing pieces of what we once thought was entirely complete and independently whole. Don’t misunderstand me, I’m not saying that you don’t need to be independent and able to love yourself before you can fully love others. That is all still very much true. But it now feels like merely the beginning of the journey rather than the end. Because, in everything that I love, Neil has added to it in some way — and I hope vice versa. My love of music and art, my fierce passion for my beliefs. Add to it all the things I was never brave enough to try or even allow myself to admit about myself. In the past year especially, as we wade into our thirties, I feel that we’re holding ourselves back even less in that regard. I feel like we’ve landed in this place of being so comfortable with ourselves and our four legs on the ground that we’re able to hold firm and steady wherever we choose to stand. As we’re not for writing things off as merely luck, I think we can collectively settle on our good fortune being the result of a stubborn insistence to do things our own way and not anyone else’s. That being said, I’m excited to see where we are in another six years…



Comments

  1. I declare this post was totally worth the wait. Congrats on the anniversary and the freaking amazing experience with Eddie. Wow.

  2. This is such a good post! Congrats on six years, and I know exactly what you mean about having trouble translating your busy, wonderful life into neat and tidy blog posts. Despite all your trouble, your posts are always fun and interesting to read, so you’re doing something right!

  3. Wow, so cool! I’ve seen Pearl Jam in Dallas, and Glen Hansard in Louisville. What a cool experience for you. Sorry I didn’t catch this post back in November. Happy belated anniversary!

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