Saturday, October 9, 2010

Don't think twice, it's alright

Yesterday something BIG happened. At my ripe age of 22 and 3/4 I saw Bob Dylan age 68 up close.
I was already aghast at the reality of getting tickets to his concert for Oct. 8, 2010 at the O'Connell Center in Gainesville, FL;
But when a week ago I dreamed that me and Trish met him in an elevator...that was that.
We had to get closer than our nosebleed section tickets would allow.
The concert doors were to open at 8p.m., but we got to the O'Connell Center at 4 in the afternoon. All for high hope of our master plan coming to fruition.
We parked and then set off on foot for what we had thought we saw parked behind the auditorium.
Tour Buses.
Everything was roped off with caution tape. We tried batting our eyelashes at the event staff but to no avail. Our fishnet tights, black boots, dark make-up and freshly dyed hair must have been more off putting than we'd hoped for.
We found a spot right next to what we decided was the fanciest looking bus.
Separated only by ten to twenty feet of pavement and some metal railings we waited, eyes glued to the bus.
The security team watched us like hawks, probably because we'd already tried to get back there.
We waited; Trish and I both holding our breath, and holding in our pee as long as possible(we drank too much coffee, of course). Two hours passed.
All of the sudden a small, thin man walks right in front of us wearing jeans, cowboy boots, a pullover hoodie and a beanie...with an Afro poking out of it....IT WAS BOB! MAYBE FIFTEEN FEET AWAY!
He walked slowly, didn't seem to be in a hurry or anything. Me and Trish couldn't breathe. We wanted to say something but we couldn't talk. Or move.
Bob walked onto the bus and his manager or whoever quickly locked the door and turned and glared at us.
We then yelled "THAT WAS HIM WASN'T IT!?"
The manager guy in dark sunglasses just smiled and nodded his head yes.
We then collapsed into hysterics giggling and yelling like obnoxious fan girl groupies.
We had seen Bob! A few yards away!
He looked cool as crap.
Shortly after this, we were somewhat politely asked to leave the premises.
The concert was amazing, me and Trish head banged and screamed and danced for two hours straight.
It was the Beatles at Shea Stadium for us.
It was one of the best days of my life so far.

1 comment:

    I am so glad I had someone that loves Dylan as much as me to go with! Thanks!!!!