If you are a country music fan, you are so jealous of Teach and Princess today. They blew all their money on tickets to the Taylor Swift concert! I’ve already asked them to write a guest blog together for Saturday, so you can come back then and get the latest on the actual concert. But it got me remembering way…way…way back when I attended my very first concert.
My sweetie won’t like this post because it shows what a nasty, insensitive, little flirt I was when I was a kid, but it seems a bit timely, so I will share it anyway. You all know I grew up in a small town. We didn’t get many opportunities to attend concerts unless we wanted to drive for a couple of hours into the city and there was no way my dad was going to allow that.
Mostly that didn’t bother me too much until my favorite group announced that they were coming to Salt Lake City. The year was 1982. I was 17 years old and there was nothing I wanted to do more than to see Air Supply in concert! Tickets sold out rapidly and everybody who was anybody was going. Except me. I could have bought myself a ticket, but even if I did, I had no way of getting there.
Since I was currently between boyfriends, it seemed like a wise move to figure out which desperate guys had tickets and flirt shamelessly until I got an invitation. I finally settled on a guy friend who just happened to be the best friend of an ex-boyfriend. I was pretty sure I could convince him that he really wanted to take me to see the big show.
It took me about a week…ok…a little more than a week, and a little begging from one of my friends for his friend and we were set for a double date. Now I want to make it clear right from the beginning that these were NICE gentlemanly guys (a little geeky maybe) who were not expecting payback for their generosity. (And that’s a good thing, because they didn’t get any…)
They picked us up and we were joined by a third couple I didn’t know very well. The third guy was a student at BYU and we had dinner before the concert at his apartment. The guys tried so hard to impress us! They cooked steak and baked potatoes and corn on the cob. We were all dressed up in our concert finery and they couldn’t figure out why none of us would eat the corn. (Would you eat corn on the cob on a first date?)
When we were finished eating, we gathered up and headed for the concert. Honestly, I can’t remember much about the concert itself. I’m pretty sure I enjoyed it, but I think it would have been more fun if I hadn’t spent the whole time feeling so guilty.
I wish I could tell you that it was the beginning of something, but it wasn’t. It was the only date we ever went on and it pretty much ruined our friendship. Not one of my finer moments.
Did you ever take advantage of a friend? Please tell me that at seventeen I wasn’t the only one with a lot of growing up to do…