free at last
2005-10-30 @ 6:29 p.m.
On Monday, I had the strangest feeling all day like it was Friday.
On Tuesday, I put myself through hell (aka the orthodontist) again for the sake of perfection.
On Wednesday, mine and Houston's collective heart was ripped in two and stomped on by the guys who shouldn't have won because this was our year. OUR year. It was perfection till the end.
On Thursday, I realized that I should never underestimate the vast riches of my high school.
On Friday, I found that anything could happen, truly, and sometimes you don't get exactly what you wish for...but that's okay, cuz what you get is better.
On Saturday, I watched around me in amazement, not really caring about the world in my awestruck hangover. I also struck the final blow on my body clock, utterly destroying any kind of good sleep patterns I had.
Today, I got to enjoy just a few hours of a no-homework weekend.
Back around March, tickets for a certain concert went on sale. They sold out before my (and Dad's and Mom's) eyes. We tried and tried but the cheapest tickets were a nice $800. Hmmm. Mom was mad at Dad for not trying hard enough, I was mad at both of them for going to a concert without me back about ten years ago (yes, I was four...but a fan is a fan at any age...), and Dad was mad. It was the morning of some track meet-I remember yelling at Bridget that I was going to the U2 concert. Ha. Later on, Dad convinced me it was all gonna be okay-come October 28th, we'd all be downtown in front of Toyota Center, lotsa cash in our pockets, begging for a miracle.
So it happens THE football game of the year-SJS and Kinkaid at Rice Stadium-is the same night. Eventually, after a long seven months of...many many changes and major stuff happening, October 28th was coming around. I'd forgotten about Dad's plans to try-we'd all pretty much given up, I would be going to the Kinkaid game like every other person on the SJS galaxy...but it wasn't to be so.
Mom called while the Upper School was at the big pep rally, which was completely fun and hilarious-there was this film by the Spirit Club about the evil Kinkaid falcons kidnapping our dumbass football captains that made me want to join Spirit Club. So I called her back when we all got back, and she was just like, "Oh, hi sweetie. You're just out of school? Listen, when does the Kinkaid game tonight start? Oh, well...I got U2 tickets."
*start screaming now*
I couldn't believe it. I mean, was Mom playing some cruel joke on my hopeless diehard fan mind? But Mom doesn't do stuff like that. So she must be telling the truth.
Immediately I tried calling Bridget, Michelle, and Olivia. I found out quickly that nobody in my entire friggin school gives shit for music except when its the top 40 crap on their pink mini iPods. U2 concert? Yeah, whatever. Kinkaid game tonight! Whooo-hoo! Yeah, my fantabulous daddy got front-row tickets for a once-in-a-lifetime show. But, lyke, who cares? OMG lyke EVERYONE is gonna be there tonight! I can wear my new Miu Miu skirt!!
So I needed some friends who cared for the music. I gushed to Olivia, later Michelle, much later Bridget...I just REALLY really needed someone to care and be happy for my extreme happiness.
Dad was kinda miffed about his not going-but I TOLD him, hey, you can get a ticket from the website Mom got it off!! Hello!! But he was like, I don't want to pay $100 (Mom payed more...tee hee) for a ticket. Later he was all like, I'm jealous. You went to your first (real) concert without me. Why didn't your Mom think of me?
Well, the guilt trip sucks, but I WENT TO THE U2 CONCERT!!! NOTHING MATTERED FOR ALL OF FRIDAY EVENING!! It was just me, Mom, and the music. Bono was amazing, Edge was rockin', Adam Clayton and Larry Mullen, Jr. were not forgotten cuz they were AWESOME. I mean-I actually SAW them!! Just a few hundred feet away! Sure, we had tickets in the highest section, front row at least, off to the side of the stage-but Bono still waved at us when he was singing his way around the stage!
It was completely and utterly the best thing ever. My first REAL concert-the BEST!! My favorite songs, everything-it was just perfection. They didn't play "The Sweetest Thing" or "New Year's Day"...but they played everything else. Mom and I rocked our hearts out with them. I mean, how can mother-daughter bonding get better than THAT?
On the way to the car, a traffic officer said, "How was the show ladies?" Mom and I were like, "GREAT!!" He said, "Good to hear-have a good night!" And I'm like, "You too!" And we all laugh. It's just one of those moments.
We rocked to U2's latest in the car on the way home, blasting it out for the sleepy world to hear. We passed by Rice Stadium in all its empty lit-up glory, and I knew I'd most definitely made the best choice.
U2 rules. U2 ROCKS!!!
They are officially my favorite band of all time. I hope I don't change my mind again, cuz they are very worthy.
Umm...the rest of the week before that...blah. Just a warm-up to the greatest concert ever. That's all. We had Tuesday off-that was nice. Conferences...ha teachers had to work.
Yesterday all I did was sleep then go to Arrowfest with Dad and Margaret. It was okay-I was still dazed with wonder, wearing my brand-new Vertigo concert t-shirt, with a bunch of beer-chugging, long scraggly haired, oversexed, beer-bellied dirty white boys and their naughty drunk girls. Margaret said, well you must have run into some yesterday at the concert, but surprisingly, U2 fans are pretty normal and nice people. Except for the people behind us-they were total poopheads, never standing up and LEAVING EARLY. Unforgivable.
The bands were okay. Just old guys reliving their prime. I actually knew about five or six songs-Eddie Money and Foreigner ones. Dad and Margaret and I officially have a new inside joke-Foreigner used to be a bunch of ESL teachers that now repeat their lyrics 30 times in each song because that's how you teach people English. You're as cold as ice!
Anywayz...today...still no-homework weekend. But I'm frickin worried about basketball at school. I give them my name, number and email address and I STILL can't figure out when the stupid season starts. I think I missed pre-season practices last week, but the real thing starts this week. Tryouts??? I have no idea. I emailed the coach and so far, nothing. I guess I'll ask her tomorrow-but I'll have to tell Dad with short notice and get someone to pick me up...arrrrggghhh.
Well, I need to start updating more than once a week-especially when awesome things happen!!
Bubye!
