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.
Stand in line for port-a-potty.
Awesome, as always.
Just not quite loud enough.
We could talk using our inside voices.
That's not normal for a concert.
Boy collapsed behind us.
Police escort him out.
Kendol leaves for Port-a potty.
Dave immediately plays "Gravedigger."
Stand in line at Port-a potty.
Meet a new friend named McCracken.
Wait an hour for a taxi.
Call PaPa John's.
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."