After months of careful preparation, planning, and great timing, I had successfully achieved R.E.M. nirvana with pit tickets to the Atlanta show.Saturday, June 21.
Me. John. Front row. Stipe. 'Nuf said.
Then I checked the mail. Trouble.
Saturday, June 21 was also the same day as the fancy surprise party for my dear Aunt Bootsie and Uncle Allan for their 50th wedding anniversary at the Lodge at Sea Island.
F**************************k....
As already detailed herein, I made up for it in advance with DC and NC shows...and was happy to find a VERY nice fellow fan who traded for the tickets. He had seen R.E.M. about as many times as yours truly but never from that range. I told him it would change his life, and my heart felt happy about finding the right person for the tickets.Particularly given the fact that my brother and his family were also coming down, I was all good with the change in plans and away we went. Despite the brief "challenge" Warren experienced with the roundabout (Big Ben, Parliament) we arrived at the Lodge relatively unscathed and in high spirits.
The night was most entertaining...it was great to see family and close family friends we don't normally get to see, and it was fun to get gussied up as well.Not to mention the fun of kicking around the Lodge eating delicious snackies, drinking Pinot Grigio, and availing myself to the sea-shaped chocolates on the silver tray by the ladies' room. Repeatedly.
After lots of visiting and a great toast from Cindy, we opted to head over to Bootsie and Allan's house (via a brief but fairly hilarious stop at KFC with a moderately buzzed set of parents, siblings, and spouse, as well as mini mart stop for Warren, and a Starbucks stop for yours truly, the designated driver) for some post-party visiting.Next time, Stipe. Sorry.
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