Bush and No Doubt at the Assembly Hall.
Alanis Morrissette at the Tweeter Center.
Tim McGraw at the Assembly Hall.
They Might Be Giants and Hootie & the Blowfish at the Assembly Hall.
This, to date, is a list of concerts that I have attended in my life. It's pretty paltry (and, admittedly, a little embarrassing) to say the least.
But, oh, is that all about to change.
*cue angels singing, lights of Heaven softly illuminating the room*
Eight hours after receiving confirmation that I will be attending what will no doubt be the musical event of my life, I still am trying to wrap my brain around the fact that this just happened. What started out as an innocent text during the Super Bowl half-time show to Tru Stories has turned into dreams becoming reality less than 48 hours later. I didn't even have "see Madonna in concert" on my bucket list. That dream was too big for me to even conceptualize. But here I am, eight months out from seeing it come to life. Tru Stories as The Dream Maker, to be sure.
I shared this news with no less than ten co-workers today. The first time I said the words out loud I had honest to God goosebumps run down my arms. Most of them looked at me in a mixture of disbelief and awe. One of them screamed out loud when I told her where we'd be sitting. Yes, it really is that big of a deal to those of us who love her.
Madonna is my Beatles. Her cassette was the first one I owned that was solely mine. I've grown up loving her - only occasionally questioning some of her more eccentric behavior yet embracing her throughout nonetheless - and will likely die a thousand tiny deaths sitting in the 13th row at the United Center on September 19th. I told The General tonight that I can only hope there are other mildly psychotic 30 year old women near us so that I don't look completely out of my mind as I jump, dance, sing, and scream with pure, unadulterated joy.
What a way to kick off Harvest Days weekend!