Yesterday I took the kids to the gym and while on the treadmill my mind kept coming back to one thought: Anticipation. I will see New Kids on the Block tonight for approximately the 8th time in my life, spanning 20+ years. Since I just saw the same performance I will see tonight just over a month ago, you may think there wouldn't be so much anticipation. But there is!
Tonight will be so different because
1. I didn't think I was going to go to this concert - so that makes it even more sweet.
2. I'm going with a friend who's NEVER seen them.
3. This might be the last time I ever see them perform. Even though these dudes are in excellent shape they are getting kinda old.
In the last two months of all the NKOTB hoopla - people calling me everytime they're on TV, people asking tons of questions about the concert, no less than five people have said something to the effect of, "I wish I liked something as much as you like them." Validation. It really is fun and wouldn't want to stop stalking them if I could.
I was wondering last night how I could still be this excited about seeing them. But it's the anticipation. That's what's so damn fun.
What is going to happen? What's going to be better than I imagined? What's going to go wrong? How's Molly going to react? How good can these 8th row tickets really be? What are we going to do after the show? How good are my pictures going to be? Will I be able to see in the 8th row at just over 5 ft tall?
When I walk out of a concert I am almost always sad, no matter what. Doesn't matter how awesome it was or wasn't.
The anticipation is gone. And that's the best part.
So today I am going to relish this anticipation. The excitement. Tonight is going to be awesome!
Victoria just put a tattoo on her hand all by herself for the very first time. She came running over to me to show me, proudly. She said, "Mommy, do you really wish this was on you?" "No, I got it for you." "Oh, that's right, you already have one on your butt." "No, I have one on my BACK."
My luck, that will be the first story she shares in kindergarten: MY mom has a tattoo on her BUTT!