Yesterday, "Just April" decided to oblige the BF by going to a concert. Normally, I like to have a decent seat, room to dance when I feel like it, and a location within close proximity to some over-priced adult beverages (this makes the "dance when I feel like it" happen more).
But alas, this is not the style in which the BF prefers to enjoy concerts. Nope, he likes to be in the crowd on the floor next to a few thousand of his closest friends, and eventually make it up to the front row, inches from the stage.
And at 5'10" the whole scenario might not be that bad, but for this shrimp at only 5'2" (on a good day), I was smothered between taller people, sweaty people, gross people, drunk people and the BF pretending he was actually one of the rock stars. It wasn't especially pleasant (ok, except the part about Chris making a complete fool of himself, which is always worth it!).
Oh don't get me wrong, the concert itself was amazing with 10 years, sevendust, puddle of mud, chevelle, and shinedown...but after standing in a space barely larger than my stance for 6 hours, yes 6 HOURS (!), I was a little sweaty, a little tired, and a little glad that I only agree to this about once a year. It's one of our many compromises ;-) Oh, and here's some pics...