The Last day of Summer

It felt like time rewinded itself last night.  If I didn't get Chris John Mayer concert tickets for Father's Day, I would have almost believed that we were still dating.  Almost.  All day I worried about leaving Greta.  At the last minute we decided to bathe her and do her whole nighttime routine an hour earlier.  It worked.  Greta was sound asleep by 5:15pm and Matt came over to keep the house company.  We hadn't done anything like this since Greta came a long.

Traffic was bad. I was glad Brandon and Stephanie were on pilot/co-piolet duty because traffic makes me incredibly anxious.  There were still times that I ducked behind Brandon's seat and held on very tight. Last Sunday, I deemed myself a "Safe-seeker" (as opposed to a thrill-seeker) and I am living up to my title. We got to the amphitheater just as Owl City began playing.  We found a nice spot on the lawn and spread out our blankets.  The air was already getting chilly and in no time we had our sweatshirts on.  After devouring some very over-priced Tuscan chicken sandwiches (imagine a chicken sandwich with a slice of roasted red pepper on it) and a $4 cup of ice-water, Owl City was finishing up.  They were good.  Not too many people were paying attention to them, but they put on a decent show.  Very hip, radio stuff.

As it got darker, we got a kick watching all of the ill-dressed girls in mini skirts and tank tops trying to stop their teeth from chattering.  It was in the low 50's last night.  I am not sure if the beer warmed them up, but I think it helped them forget how cold they were--and there was no shortage of $8 beer.  Once the smell of weed filled the air--so did the sound of John Mayer.

We stood up for a while and danced and sang and then laid back down on our blanket and cuddled and laughed and sang some more.  I realized last night that I am happier than John Mayer.  Granted, he was probably a little drunk and perhaps stoned on top of that--but he just didn't seem as happy as he should be.  He was really trying to glorify the whole sex, drugs and rock n' roll and do-whatever-he-wants thing.  Yet, being there, at his concert, with my husband (I love Chris!) without any of those things...I was happy.  Happier than him, I think.

We left a little early to beat the traffic (we're already turning into our parents).  As we were leaving John was covering Journey's Don't Stop Believin'.  I love that song.  There was a little skip in my step and a smile on my face.  It felt like summer, maybe the very last day of summer...but it was a perfect ending.