Our first concert by bike! I was hesitant at first, as I am with most new ideas, but I rolled a pant leg and bid my nonsense worrying adieu. Off we went.
Quicker than by car, and certainly more fun—it was cool enough that I didn’t get a sweaty butt (an initial worry, while we’re on the subject of worries).
The first time the GGD’s came to Saratoga, I was extending my stay down in Florida getting to know Carey. We were sitting in a Mexican restaurant in St. Augustine looking at cell phone pictures sent to us by friends who’d gone ahead to the show without me. Since then, they’ve come back to SPAC every summer and we have not missed a show.
This was my favorite show because they played two of my older, favorite B-sides I’d never heard live before. Almost 25 years and still going strong—the energy was better than ever.
Girls also tend to put out at these shows.
We made it home safely and avoided getting tagged by a drunk driver—another nagging concern of mine. Good thing Carey has some bright-ass reflectors, because mine were dirty and covered in cobwebs from being garaged for the last 10 years. Did I mention I worry over spiders, too?
Tom Petty, here we come!