Okay so the greatest day of my life may have cost me all of my friends. After not sleeping all night on Saturday night because of the stress of planning the Ben Folds show, I was up at 6:30am. I drove over to the student center and loaded everything into the dressing rooms at 7:00am. Becca and a handful of the KappaSigs showed up around 8 to start with load in. Ben's tour manager Ashley was there working with us all day. He was a witty British guy who knew what he wanted and when he wanted it done, which was usually 10 minutes before it was scheduled to be done. Steve quickly opened his mouth during lunch and earned the nickname Swiss from our good friend Nigel I mean Ashley.
Still on a high so this probably isn't making any sense, but we get everything all set then we wait around for a couple hours for the show. I get to introduce the opener then I get my front row seat right in front of Ben. No here's where I lose my friends. If you have never had the privilege of attending a concert with me and then you will not know what I'm about to describe, but let me try. So there is something about live music. Particularly good live music. Particularly good live music I love that drives me wild. Absolutely insane. My adrenaline skyrockets, my emotions hit the ceiling and I lose all control of my feet. Let me just say that it "... makes it possible for all white boys to dance." There are even times when I blackout and come to in a completely different song, but that's besides the point. So since I was in the front row and since I was convulsing and dancing around people decided that I lost it. I'm pretty sure there are half a dozen videos that will soon be showing up on youtube/facebook. I'm pretty sure the bigger talk will not be about the concert but about my dancing and the obnoxious amounts of high fives that Swiss and I gave each other. They are just jealous...haha
So I've never felt so accomplished, so confident that this is the life for me, and that I put on the best concert Northeastern has seen in a while (not to give myself too much props). Last night may have been one of the greatest nights of my time here at Northeastern, but I'm sure it's just the beginning of some great shit to come.
Happy St Patrick's Day to everyone. If I can plan this concert imagine what my graduation party is going to be like. If only I had a $50,000 budget for that too.
Now back to "rockin' the suburbs"...Peaces