Turns Out Not Where But Who You're With That Really Matters

Isn't that the truth.
I spent Saturday night with my husband and lifelong best friend and we.had.a.blast. We started our little road trip to Southaven, MS to see Dave Matthews Band around 2:00 and not a single dull moment followed. We arrived around 5, did a quick change of clothes and were off to the Mexican joint for some pre-show Margaritas. The next string of events went a little something like this.

Take taxi to venue.
(Best taxi driver ever.. )
Completely miss North Mississippi All-Stars.
Stand in line for wrist bands.
Stand in line for bags of ice.
Stand in line for beer.
Find friends amongst the thousands.
(general admission)
Stand in line for port-a-potty.
Dave starts.
Awesome, as always.
Just not quite loud enough.
We could talk using our inside voices.
That's not normal for a concert.
Especially Dave.
Boy collapsed behind us.
Police escort him out.
Kendol leaves for Port-a potty.
Dave immediately plays "Gravedigger."
Kendol's favorite.
Stand in line at Port-a potty.
Meet a new friend named McCracken.
Concert ends. 
Wait an hour for a taxi.
Call PaPa John's.
Devour pizza.
Wash feet.

We may not have jammed out quite like we had planned, but I was with some of my very favorite people and great times were had by all.

"Turns out not where, but who you're with, that really matters."
Dave Matthews


  1. You were in my neck of the woods! Hope you had a fun time! Sounds like a blast.

  2. Sounds like a lot of fun!!! :)