Or rather, almost time.
We’ll be joining in on the annual caravan to the Gorge on Thursday morning. This upcoming week was supposed to be concerts 4, 5, 6, and 7 of the year… but one was postponed, the other we sold on StubHub and the 3rd we’re trying to offload.
Our eyes were bigger than our stomachs once all of the tours started confirming.
Disappointed we didn’t go, thankful we decided not to. I can’t tell if I’m just so tired I didn’t want to do those shows or still hanging out in that level of flatness caused by the pandemic. This is the week that really matters, anyways, so no love lost for shows that I just couldn’t rally for.
Online I have this persona I need to keep up. Like… I need to be SO FREAKING EXCITED this weekend is almost here so that’s what I’ve been doing. Turning on the camera, smiling big while I talked about how many more days left until we head out, turning off the camera and turning back to my computer for work. I was excited, but I didn’t quite feel it…
… not until sometime mid-Saturday.
We were leaving Home Depot after successfully hunting for and finding the world’s strongest mounting tape. Not an exciting trip, but one of those things you do as an adult on the weekend. Sirius was blessing us with a replay from the Friday Night Concert Series with a show from Burgettstown, PA (the only venue I’ve been lucky enough to have pit tickets for… back in 2013). We started the car somewhere in the middle of “Warehouse”.
Guys, this might have been one of the best versions of that song I’ve heard.
At least, it felt that way on Saturday. My heart rate rose, my fingers squeezed the wheel tightly, and I turned to my husband and said “OH – WE’RE GOING TO THE GORGE THIS WEEK… I’M SO F*CKING EXCITED”.
And there it was.
I am officially excited.
I’m closing this down until we return… hopefully with our hearts full, our cups running over, and with a level of exhaustion reserved only for a post festival *sigh*.