This date has been looming ever since. Some get excited about huge, sold-out concerts. Some people enjoy theme parks. I can stand in a busy line at Homegoods and the 20 strangers there will even drive me crazy. I will avoid Costco at all cost. I once researched a trip to Disney World but ended up on a secluded island in the Caribbean instead. The last concert I went to was in 2013 at Verizon Amphitheatre in Alpharetta to see Old Crow Medicine Show & The Avett Brothers. I love these two bands but the venue wasn't my cup of tea. How old had I become? Why does everyone have to stand? I didn't pay money to stand and listen to music- I can do that for free in my kitchen and cook a meal at the same time. If I'm standing, I want to be doing something. For live music, I just want to sit in a charming atmosphere and tap my foot, hold my wine and bob my head ever so slightly on occasion. My idea of a dream concert venue is something like The Ryman Auditorium in Nashville. That seems lovely and civilized. I need a 1950s era, old-persons environment. Not the Taylor Swift concert at the Georgia Dome with 50,000 people. Oh and everything else that is going on in Atlanta on Saturday...
Courtesy of ajc.com:
Parking and traffic and MARTA, oh my!: Some things to keep in mind when heading downtown Saturday night: Georgia Tech has a home game at 7 p.m. There are two conventions taking place at the Georgia World Congress Center. The “Comedy Get Down Tour” with Cedric the Entertainer, Eddie Griffin, D.L. Hughley, George Lopez and Charlie Murphy will draw a crowd to Philips Arena. And alt-countryman Sturgill Simpson has the second of two sold-out shows at the Tabernacle.
This all sounds like pure death.
This past summer I felt like I was on the ball with planning. While not knowing about everything happening in Atlanta on October 24th, I figured securing a hotel room would be a cinch. What-the-fuck. WHY is everything booked and it's only July?! I was too late! I could brush off the idea of crazed Swifties and overly-enthusiastic Moms with the thought of walking to the concert after 2 glasses of wine at a luxury hotel. Nope-Booked. Okay, I can tweak my plan and we'll just get a car to drive us from a nice hotel in Midtown. Nope-Booked. This is really getting annoying & I don't want to stay near the airport. I was NOT going to be driving that night and didn't expect anyone else in our party to either. So early September, my sisters, niece, daughter, Mom and I gathered for one of our family dinners where we cook something spectacular and drink lots of wine. These are normally 4 hour events where we don't stray farther than the kitchen table. We talked about booking a limo service for the concert and looked at pricing online, which was all over the board. I don't remember who, but someone, and it may have been me, jokingly suggested, "We should just sell our tickets."
"I could probably bribe Avery..." Nicole reasoned. Meanwhile Avery was coloring just across from her, shrugged her shoulders and nodded her head in agreement.
"I don't even want to go," Breana piped in.
"I'm okay with selling," Lauren added.
"Why am I even going?! Why did I agree to this?!" Mom begged to understand and it was in this moment we all collectively decided to make money on the Taylor Swift concert and not spend any more. And we also agreed to never make concert decisions while drinking wine, ever again. Immediately we started celebrating, getting giddy over how much money we'd collect. We poured more wine and we created a Peter Cetera Pandora station. Between sips of white wine, gentle, under-the-breath type comments could be heard, "Man, I love Peter Cetera." Meanwhile, Nicole's husband, Drew, was in agony, plugging his ears with his fingers while trying to watch the Falcons game in the Great Room.
"Okay, our tickets are for sale!" Nicole announced after the post went live. But she continued to sit in front of the glowing MacBook Air and moments later informed, "Hey, Peter Cetera is playing in Branson, Missouri- we should totally go!"
"Oh, I do have a time share in Branson!" Mom shared proudly.
It was disturbing- you could see the light bulbs flicker on above our heads as we took sips of wine and considered the idea. But we caught ourselves and didn't purchase any more concert tickets. We did eventually wind up selling our tickets on Stub Hub. I took a big X to my October 24th "Taylor Swift Concert!" on my calendar and was able to breathe a sigh of relief- and brag about the wise investment!
Saturday, October 24th now marks another family dinner in lieu of wishing for death at the Taylor Swift concert. We've dubbed it "Pumpkin Day" where our entire menu will be pumpkin related and of course the wine will be flowing. Who knows what crazy plans we'll conjure up at dinner tomorrow. My only concern is why Mom always brings muffins. Last month for Apple Day, she brought Applesauce Muffins. Yesterday she texted she was bringing Pumpkin Muffins on Saturday. Why the damn muffin?! Does anyone really like a muffin anyway? It's just dry, naked cake and that's no fun. Because of my criticism over the muffin, Mom is now making Pumpkin Bars- whatever the hell that is. Probably just Pumpkin Muffin batter spread in a sheet pan and cut into strips aka "bars". (love you, Mom!) I can hear Mom now: "Shut up, Kristen!" which was a common theme on our trip to Baltimore. Nicole bet I'd get 5 "shut up, Kristen"s that weekend and I was proud to inform her I surpassed 5 and even got the middle finger too.
I sat down this morning to write about Breana's bedroom progress and I totally went off-roading with the concert subject. I can't easily transition to designing her room so I'll save that post for this weekend. To all my friends who are Swifting it tomorrow night: Good Luck! :-)