4.29.2013

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.
Sleep.

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




2 comments:

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

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

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