It's time to Celebrate Small Things, a blog hop hosted by Vik Lit (Scribblings of an Aspiring Author) and various co-hosts, including:
LG Keltner @ Writing Off the Edge
Katie @ TheCyborg Mom
CaffeMaggieato @ mscoffeehouse
Please visit their blogs and spread the celebratory vibe.
I'm celebrating my first concert in forever (since The Jonas Brothers don't count). My hubby and I attended The Plain White T's/ Daughtry/ Goo Goo Dolls Concert in honor of his birthday. We live a few miles from a really nice, open-air music theater but I had to buy the tickets online, since I sprained my leg and wasn't up to driving even five miles. The ticket booth is at the top of an extensive set of cement steps. The thought of climbing them sent shudders through my body.
It was meant to be, because the deal I found online included VIP parking (which is as close as the handicap spots). As an added bonus, the seats included access to The Ivy Lounge, a private club for those lucky ducks who hold season tickets to the theater. It was really nice. We had a drink and an appetizer and headed to our seats, which weren't very hard to access because the stairs were those spread-out kind that are pretty easy to navigate on crutches. The crowd ran the gamut of age and socio-economic class (someone cracked out the pot, of course). So everyone fit in and had a blast!
Under normal circumstances, we would've gotten lawn tickets and sat on this big, grassy hill enjoying the sounds of summer. Seats under the pavilion were a rare treat, but I'm glad we splurged because it made my hubby feel special. And that was the whole point. Plus I didn't roll down the hill and break my leg.
Unfortunately my poor hubby was too busy maneuvering our car into the line to exit the parking lot to notice the girl who flashed her boyfriend as he waited at their SUV's tailgate with his buddies. That could've served as a supplement to his birthday present. Yet I'm the one who had the honor of seeing it. I tried to describe the sight as best I could, but I'm afraid I didn't do them justice. Ah well, some small things are best kept under wraps!