Date Night on E-Street...
Wednesday night, Aaron and I attended our third Bruce Springsteen concert.
Let it be said that it just might go down as the greatest date night in history. Wait a second, might just isn’t the right word….It will - WILL go down as the greatest date night in history.
I firmly believe that every couple should have that something that they enjoy doing together. For Aaron and I, that something is music. Seeing it live, listening to it, talking about it….spending money on it.
And well, as far as spending our moneys on music goes, this night was no exception. In fact, this night might just be the new rule.
When we got to our seats, I was so excited I thought I was going to throw up. I couldn’t sit still and I couldn’t shut up either. I spent a half and hour talking to the woman next to me who had never seen Bruce before and I took it upon myself to give her a speech on how her whole life was about to change. That pre-show anticipation is one of my favorite parts of concert going, you know, its kind of just like that feeling of anticipation right before your children are born. A nervous euphoria if you will.
Still, something just didn’t feel right. Our section was packed in completely yet it seemed like everywhere else was sparse. A lady behind us shouted to a friend next to her that ” You’ll love it, I promise.” Really you needed to promise her? She should know, or she shouldn’t be here.The guy next to us complained to his wife about the pre-show playlist, which had been peppered with classic country hits “What is this music?” while he fumbled with his expensive binoculars.
But the real kicker came when Bruce came on stage, and tearing into Wrecking Ball, Aaron and I jumped up and a woman behind us grumbled “SIT DOWN!”
Oh no she didn’t.
I suddenly had horrific visions of being tapped on the shoulder and asked to move song after song, after song. And I wasn’t about to sit down, but you know, I didn’t want to start a fight either. I looked over at Aaron who was intently focused on the floor, not saying a word. I knew he didnt feel right either. A few bars into Trapped he looked at me and said “Let’s move.”
I could barely keep up with him and before I knew it, I was throwing down my card at the box office and there we were, less $200, but standing on the floor.
We’ve made a few major decisions together in our time, like the decision to date one another, get married, procreate. But the rash decision to switch from seats to floor only 2 songs into a Springsteen show? One of the best we’ve ever made. Spending money never felt so good.
I don’t need to tell you it only got better from there, right? There was Born to Run from start to finish, No Surrender & Bobby Jean back to back, Darlington County, TWO HEARTS!, You Can Look But Better Not Touch.…Ring of Fire!
I’ve said it many times, and I’ll say many times again. There’s nothing quite like going to a killer rock show like Springsteen with Aaron at my side. Nothing like getting to shout out the lyrics to Bobby Jean face to face with Bruce & the band only a mere 25 feet in front of us. Yes, I even high-fived my husband like a frat boy as Bruce torn songs we both loved.
This is what life is all about people. Some people like flowers and candles, me? I just like a little love reaction…..C’mon now baby, give me just one look….
