Hiyee.
I sorta slacked on the happy memory thing.... or was I just leaving you hanging till this episode?
To be honest I'm super tired this week, but I'll go ahead and do it anyway.
So my favorite memory ever of all time, I think, was that time I almost stayed home and ALMOST missed my favorite memory of all time. It was so unbelievable it doesn't even sound real! But it was. :)
So imagine, you're home, being lazy and cozy doing nothing important when you receive a text from a famous guy who REALLY wants to abuse his fame and see if he can fuck you. But you're too wise for that kind-a nonsense and your wild ways are a thing of the past so you ignore the text but mention it to your friend. And she's like WHAT DID THE TEXT SAY THO. And you're all, meh, I have a comped ticket for some festival but I'm not feelin it. And she's like WHAT GIRL YOU CRAY. YOU TAKE ME WITH YOU, I'LL BE YOUR BODYGUARD. And her argument made sense. Perhaps I could ask if I could bring a friend... And maybe a guy friend too... A mini army. So I texted back. And Rapey Dude is like NO PROBLEM GIRL, I GOTCHU. 3 FREE TICKETS. (He was probably thinking a threesome was in store. HaHA!)
A threesome was not in store. But something way cooler was in store for us... So we rolled on down to the festival and showed up fashionably several hours late. When we arrived I gave my name and they told me to go backstage to get my all access passes. And I was like, oh, cool, I didn't know we were getting the vip treatment. Neat. I'm feeling like the coolest friend ever by now. So we go backstage and there's some hugely famous band that's always on the radio or something. We're not fans but we have a blast dancing around being the vips that we are. After many songs we take a little break in the dressing room and help ourselves to the wide array of free snacks and continue our dancing and intermittent lounging down there. It's already a pretty awesome day and just when we think it can't possibly get awesomer, the band manager from the super famous band asks us if we'd like to join them on stage for the last song. We look at each other and at him, like REALLY?! And we're like, yeah sure why not, we have nothing better to do, lol. So we go on stage in front of over 10,000 screaming fans and dance and sing with like 5-10 famous bands. There's stage lights in our faces and microphones and instruments and cables everywhere and we're dancing and doe-cee-doeing and looking out at the endless sea of cheering faces. I mean, wow. This was reality. This was really real. Wowoweewa. To think I almost stayed home?!
After the show we were on such a natural high. We shared a churro and giggled and danced around laughing at what just happened and kept asking each other if that really just happened. Then we rolled into the after party. Rapey Dude was pissed and said FUCK YOU to my face, but after he stormed away his bandmate told me how sexy I danced. Ha. After a fun filled night we stopped at Dennys for bacon. We were pretty worn out by then but still couldn't wipe the smiles off our faces. Damn that was great, and hilarious. Oh and don't feel bad for Rapey Dude. Dude is MARRIED. Justice served.
In the following days we saw ourselves all over youtube, proof to all our comrades that the event really did occur. And we had to brag! A year or so later I randomly watched a Netflix documentary about the famous band and SCREAMED when I saw us IN THE DOCUMENTARY ON NETFLIX. HILARIOUSSSSS!
So there it is. That happy memory is real hard to top. I've had some amazing experiences in my life but that one was way up there. So much fun. Ahh that was fun to recall. Now I'm all smiley about it again. Haha. Aw. Good times. Very good times.
8:42 p.m. - 2018-09-27