I was out of it yesterday – I spent the whole day off in bed sleeping, then knocked myself out more with Theraflu. Too much good stuff coming up to miss it with illness. Yesterday was the Boy’s first day back at school – things went well and he seemed to be in a much better mood yesterday after school. This morning started off by me packing sweats and contact stuff in a big, so I can be “dressed for bed” on the drive home tonight. Maggie is stoked – so am I. Head is swimming a bit, but that’s what OTC is for. 
Mags and I headed to Fresno with the afternoon rush – I wanted to catch all of Judah and the Lion. An opening act you don’t want to miss – not bad. Food is always an issue on road trips, but Maggie found a place called Moo-Moo’s Burger Barn. When she was a toddler, her aunt gave her a Tshirt from Maggie Moo’s Creamery (or something like that), so we thought this was the famed place. The damned GPS took me on 2 lane country roads in a huge “D” when we could have just taken 8 Mile Road in Stockton. – all this for $25 worth disgusting food. As always, I was sad in my heart that potentially good food was not so.
We arrived to the sold-out show , found a parking spot and headed inside. Our seats were good ones, Row G in the lower section, and like in Sacramento – someone decided to start a wave. This time, I could really be part of it! First time around, in my fervid excitement, I smacked the guy in the seat below me. Second time around, I knocked down my drinks (which I had placed under my seat – a water and a Sprite) and knocked everything out of my purse, somehow. I found most things, but…
..just before Twenty-One Pilots, I noticed my keys were missing. Of course they were. Did I think to look around the area where I had very recently spilled my items? Naturally, no. Instead, I panicked and thought, “Oh, shit! Somebody took my keys!” and headed off to go explore the arena. No keys had been turned into guest services as of yet and I frequently looked at my Tile™ to see if my keys were in the area. It said the distance was too far to locate my keys, but keep wandering around to see if the light turned green so it could make the audible sound (at a concert). No keys had been turned in, so glumly I returned as Twenty-One Pilots hit the stage. At least I had a credit card and my license with me, so we could uber to a hotel and spend the night. When I got back to my seat, I notice the tile went green, so after the song ended, I began looking around with my phone light, convinced someone had picked up my keys and put them in their packet. Dude ahead of me (whom I had smacked) turned around and I mentioned I had lost my keys. In 2 seconds, he grabbed my phone, reached under his chair and handed me my keys. I’m a freak.
The show was good. The view was terrific and I was able to see so much I had missed Saturday night, yet within 20 minutes of the first band going on (Judah), Maggie could see that sitting did not feed the same excitement as standing in the midst of The Pit. I am really glad we got to see the show and am secretly thrilled that I wasn’t grounded for taking my kid out of school 30 minutes early to a show three hours away on a school night. Far too often, this adult-thing is still a trip to me.
Pics ‘n Vid – Three shpts from Twenty-One Pilots; My favorite Judah and the Lion song – “Take It All Back”
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