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