Monday, October 26, 2009

A Concert Recap and Thank You Note

Dear Mr. Wonderful,

Thank you for standing in the blazing Pasadena sun with me yesterday to wait in the general admission ticket entrance line for the U2 concert. Thank you for holding it together when people were squished together like sardines, stepping over ditched lawn chairs and piles of garbage, only to get to the turnstiles, receive our GA wristbands, and have our tickets show up as “refunded” when they were scanned.

Thank you for holding my hand as we navigated through thousands of people to get to Will Call to try to solve the problem. Thank you for being supportive when we found out that the friends we’d gone to the concert with not only got in, but got in to the inner circle right in front of the stage. Thank you for helping me keep it together as we had to wait 45 minutes in line, simultaneously trying to talk to StubHub customer service, to figure out whether we’d received fake tickets. Thanks for sighing with relief next to me when we found out our tickets worked.

Thanks for walking all the way around the Rose Bowl back to the floor entrance. And for waiting in another line with me to get a hotdog.

Thanks for being a trooper as people crowded in all around us on the field, the drunk ones starting fist fights with people around us. Thanks for trying to defend me when I chimed in to an argument with a sleezy, white trash intoxicated bitch, letting her know that she hadn’t gotten in line early (and therefore would not be allowed to weave her way through the crowd and get in front of us) only to get backhanded in the face by her. Thank you for smacking her arm away. Thank you for trying to bring my blood back down from a boil, and preventing me from attacking her and getting us kicked out of the show. And thank you for agreeing that I could’ve totally taken her midgety blonde ass down in a heartbeat.

Thank you for also strongarm-escorting me away from her after the show when I wanted to go beat her face in.

Thank you for trying to lift me up when Bono came over to the section of catwalk in front of us. Thank you for flashing your gorgeous dimples at me every time I turned around to look at you during the performance. Thank you for smiling, even though I know you were pretty miserable being sandwiched between hundreds of people there on the floor. Thank you for holding my hand and not telling me to simmer down when I was jumping all around and spazzing out to the music. Thank you for kissing my cheek when “In a Little While” played and reminded us both of Arezzo.

Thank you for being patient when our friends got lost after the concert and we had to wait 45 minutes for them to find the car…after carefully planning an easy-getaway parking route. Thank you for driving us all home safely even though you were tired.

But most of all, thank you for taking such incredibly awesome pictures…







I love you, my most favorite Mr. W.

12 comments:

geekhiker said...

Well, I'm impressed. I don't know that I'll ever find a woman I'd go through that kind of crowded nightmare for! LOL

Mandy's Kidding said...

I love that you were ready to throw down at the concert.

laura said...

sounds absolutely miserable...seriously. but glad you had fun!

SoMi's Nilsa said...

Yet another concert down. I think I would've melted if the scan say "tickets refunded" ... I'm not sure I would've found the patience you had, regardless of Mr. W! So glad you got to enjoy the show!

brookem said...

he really is mr. wonderful isn't he?

Lara Watkins said...

Awesome. This is a great post. I would like to hear a little more about the almost smack-down that happened, but Mr. W. is wonderful.

Mel Heth said...

Geekhiker - You don't even want to know what I owe him after this. It could take years to repay.

Mandy - I thought I was going to have a heart attack, I was so infuriated. I mean seriously, WHO does that?! I've never been hit in the face before!

Laura - Thankfully, the performance was awesome so that sort of made up for it. Sort of.

Nilsa - I was definitely on the verge of meltdown - especially when we found out our friends were in the center. But I was just so glad we got in at all.

Brookem - He really is. I owe him BIG TIME.

Lara - Yeah it was not cool. You would have flipped your lid. And she was a tiny little thing. I'll have to tell you about the altercation afterwards - where Mr. W escorted me away. I wanted to gouge her eyes out.

Big Sister said...

I can't believe that
A. You got punched in the face.
B. Mr. W didn't run for the hills
after a weekend with the whole
family, and then this event
with you completely out of
control.
C. That you would smash yourself
in the middle of thousands of
people who probably had the
swine flu, just to see Bono up
close, again.

He is a saint....

Danielle said...

Awe! What a guy!

Anonymous said...

Mr. W is exactly that and more! What a guy. But have you heard from him since! Also, someday I'd like to meet your's and Laura's parents that so proudly raised you girls. What happened to "self control"?

Dingo said...

I am both horrified by your concert going experience and absolutely turned to mush by Mr. W. Although I would have looooved to have read a post about you putting the beat down on some trashy bitch.

justrun said...

Negotiating a mob is in the Top Ten Signs of Love list for sure.
Although, I would have also loved to see a picture of you beating some skanky woman, which I'm sure were plentiful.