watching all the people

i want to go see jay-z
great i will go with you
really?
no. not really. i'm from the country, and i like it that way.
hmm. too bad. it's going to be awesome. it's going to be sold out
really. how are you going to get tickets? hey, do you want to camp out over night?
no.
i thought you wanted to go?
i do, but i'm not stupid. besides, you're the one that doesn't want to go.
i'm not stupid either. and it's not about the show, i just want an adventure.
you can go on your own and have your adventure.
that won't be fun.
neither will camping out over night. i wouldn't camp out overnight if i was ... camping.
nice one. oh, and ron white called. he wants his joke back.
tracy byrd called, he wants his song back.

the next morning came around and my alarm clock went off. why i ever let him talk me into waking up at eight to go wait in like for his tickets is beyond me. at least i had, or he had i can't remember, roped sarah into waiting with me. however, one look at my phone confirmed my suspicion that it was eight am and that i wasn't going anywhere until sarah told me she was already there.

the call came soon after. where are you in bed where are you in line you langer, get up.

she was waving me in as i scanned the crowd. not in the way mom gets your attention during the christmas rush at the mall food court, but in a way that said she was where she was and i needed to get there immediately. i called matty.

right on dude, is the line long.
not bad. but dude, it'll be you and most of mrs murphy's ninth grade class.
young crowd, eh.
yeah man. ha, no. i'm just taking the piss.

we bought the tickets, sarah told me the ticket girl was hiting on me and i told her that if it wasn't for her company, sarah's that is, that i would have had a date later that day.

langer.

so we sat for an hour just beside the master ticket because we were too tired to go anywhere else and watched all the people, living happily. we talked about life, relationships, love and travel. we made plans to do this when i returned from italy, and to do it once a week. i said it wouldn't happen because her beloved chris would soon be there and we were likely to never see her or him ever again. i'm not that kind of girl, ... and i believe her.