Perfectly Lonely

Do you want to know what are the worst seats at the American Airlines Center in Dallas?

The ones I had at the John Mayer Concert yesterday. I bought them on a whim, looking for three seats and didn’t really consider the seats. I’m a girl if you haven’t noticed. I don’t like to get my hands dirty, I hate changing the oil in my car, putting gas in my car, i hate taking out the trash, and my concert ticket seats suck. But I can take a bride to be’s bridal pictures, boudoir pictures, do her make-up, make her look 10 lbs lighter, create an album, package it like a neiman marcus gift and even throw in thank you cards she can send later. I can also buy the best smelling candles and hand soap, pick out pretty wall paper and make 10 different outfits out of 4 pieces of clothing. I’m gifted in SOME ways. :p

We get to the concert and I look at my ticket not even thinking we have bad seats. I’m just excited to see John Mayer sing live. I can’t wait to hear his voice and bat my eyelashes in his direction.

When I got to my seat i sat down and looked down at the rectangular spec that is the stage infront of us. I just about started to hyperventilate we were so far up. I’m short man, i’m not use to the lack of oxygen. I held on to the chair and had to close my eyes just to compose myself. Michael Franti and Spearhead opened up for Mayer, and I really didn’t enjoy them, I was too busy figuring out if i wanted to commit suicide or not. It was the perfect place to do it and a good alternative to walking back down those damn stairs.

Then Mayer came out to the crowd in the first level across from us. A circle of people just ran to him and he started playing his guitar, walking down the aisle to the floor and he was barefoot. Finally, I started to feel a bit more composed. About 20 minutes had passed and the usher walked up (yes UP) to us and she asked to see our tickets.

Are you freaking kidding me? I’m touching the wall lady! There are no seats behind me!  You ever notice we think negative when some kind of person of authority in a uniform walks up to us.  B/c they never have nice things to say…right?  Or is it just the Oak Cliffian in me?  ahaha.  She took all our tickets and looked at them carefully and put them in her pocket and said, “Okay, here are new tickets. Go down to the first floor.”

*jaw drop*

WHAAAAAA?

Let me be completely honest with you. I’m just going to spill it. You know those people that are incredible and amazing things happen to them all the time? Like they can always top your story with one that’s a million times better. And when they tell you their story, your eyes are sparkling because you’re imagining the entire thing as if it was you and by the end you’re wishing that this person will be your new biff and some of that amazing will rub off on you so you can be JUST as cool.

That’s not me.

I have a good life, I’m not going to lie. I am very blessed and very thankful for everything. But i’m the girl that loses the 50 doller bill, not finds it. I’m the girl who WILL trip, will spill, will laugh way too loud, will spit when she talks. Not the one that walks elegantly, or never spills anything, laughs in a very female attractive, cute way and has a vocabulary every English major would be proud of. That’s not me, not even close.  I’m the girl that can say she can concatenate in excel, but says it…”I can cona-cona-cona…ugh forget it, move…let me do it.” That’s me.

But last night, I WAS the amazing girl.

For that split second, I knew what it felt like to be a “Reese Witherspoon” if you will. Stuff like that happens to the Reese Witherspoon’s in the world. Not so much the cad’s…

I liked being a Reese.  I wish I had been born a  Reese.  =\

(sorry, all i took was my phone…)

For whatever reason, my 70 dollar ticket I bought ended up being first floor, side stage tickets. Not the BEST seats, but 1000x’s better. I was dancing and singing and just loving every single ounce of Mayer I could.

During the show Mayer thanked all his fans for coming out. He said he wanted to thank the fans that went to ticketmaster, found amazing tickets, called 50 friends in 2 minutes (even though they had to pee) to find one that would go to the concert with them and typed in those two words that are not words, or maybe words, just not in your vocabulary words, that allowed them to have floor seats.

Then he said he had those fans who went to ticketmaster, couldn’t find good seats and thought, “Eh, I’ll catch him next time.”

Then he said he wanted to thank his favorite fans, the ones that bought tickets no matter how crappy the seats were because it wasn’t about the seat, it was about experiencing his music live. He pointed to arena up on the 3rd floor and the light went all around. There were a lot of empty seats up in the last rows from where i was sitting.

I know that maybe I’m making all this up in my head, but I swear he had the side sections blocked and he gave out tickets to people who had last row seats. Everyone around us had last row seat tickets.

The concert was amazing. He’s such a dork sometimes, it’s not a bad thing. I like dorkiness. I love it actually. I like when a guy is himself, silly, and wonderfully gifted. He’s such a gifted musician. He’s very grateful too. I know that he can come off as a douchebag to a lot of people, personally to me he’s not. He’s not humble…that I’ll give you. But i prefer that over fake humble…u know?

There’s something I read recently that remind me a lot of how I feel towards my favorite artists:

Life rarely makes much sense. It unfolds mysteriously, evolves and often erupts in wildly unpredictable ways that rattle our nerves. In its ugliest moments — and, sure, in its beautiful ones, too — we turn to artists to help us sort through our wriggling tangle of emotions, because they possess that special voice needed to articulate and illuminate what’s otherwise a baffling maze of conflicting thoughts…

For some, it’s simply good craft, offering a brilliantly rendered view of both human suffering and our capacity for love. For others all too familiar with the music’s most sorrowful moments, it offered intimate companionship; a voice that said, “You are not alone.”

Music connects us…links us.  I love that quote.  I fel exactly that way.

My favorite from his new album, if you have a chance, are:

Perfectly Lonely – And when I look behind, On all my younger times, I have to thank the wrongs that led me to a love so strong…(It’s the way, it’s the way, it’s the way that I want it).

Edge of Desire – Love is really nothing but a dream that keeps waking me. For all of my trying we still end up dying. How can it be?

Half a Heart – Half of my heart’s got a real good imagination. Half of my heart’s got you…

I wish his Edge of Desire live was better. But the CD version is amazing. *le sigh*

<3

Goodnight all my perfectly lonely’s out there.