So yesterday I went to th
e Rascal Flatts concert, and it was awesome as expected. I think the only concert I've enjoyed more than Rascal Flatts was when John Mayer came to Regency Park back when he was first starting out. Back before he turned into a douche bag and his songs were still good. But enough of that.My friend Megan and I had been looking for a group of 4 so we could get the 4-pack and save like $15 a piece. That didn't work out, we only got 3, so we ended up buying our tickets separately. But even though it was more expensive, it was so worth it. We were going to meet at work and then ride together, but just before I got there, Megan had some bad news. Her friend had their tickets and was driving in from Michigan. They were going to be late. Not wanting to tackle the traffic and the lawn by myself, I tried to get a last minute buddy to go with me, with no avail.
Fortunately, I remembered that another friend was going. So I gave Sarah a call and asked if I could ride with her. "Of course," she said. So I headed to her house. Sarah is 16, and was going with her friends who are also 16. At first I felt a little bit like a creeper being a 26-year-old hanging out with a group of girls that are all younger than my youngest cousin, but I got over it because it was really fun.
They drew all over the car windows with glass markers. Lyrics and music notes. They took me through the mob that was Pole 3 (where all the shwasted high schoolers convene). And when we finally found a spot just big enough for the 4 of us, plus Megan and her friend when they arrived, they ran through all the summer gossip.
We were all the way to the left, a spot I wouldn't think was desirable, but turned out to be perfect. No poles in our way, and these ladies...
They were grinding on each other the whole time. Not really in line with the songs, but they were unapologetically having a ton of fun. Probably because they were toasted. They even got Sarah to dance with them, even if it was only a second.
Now normally, I like to just sit down at concerts and listen, but not last night. And it wasn't just because the rain had soaked through the blanket and the backside of my pants was wet top to bottom. The energy was contagious. I'd so go to a concert with a bunch of 16-year-olds again.
If you've never seen Rascal Flatts in concert, you need to go whenever you get a chance. I'd venture to say that they're better live than on the album, which almost never happens. And to top it all off, their encore started with a Beatles song.
"And they come from miles around, for that moment when the lights go out. And they scream" -Here's to You, Rascal Flatts
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