I've been a terrible, terrible blogger...

I know, I know. I get it. I'm guilty of leaving smart comments for some of my favorite bloggers (Michael) about needing to update their blogs. And, well, here I am receiving my own smart comments.

It's just that I haven't taken ANY pictures lately. Seriously. I have nothing fabulous to share at all. In fact, I have a seriously embarrassing photo to share. How 'bout that? Will that make everyone feel better about my lack of posting? If I share a terrible photo?

Here's the story... we bought tickets to a Dave Matthews Band concert a couple months back. Curt's always LOVED Dave Matthews, and I've always been a fan, as well. We bought one for D.Brown before we knew he was moving to Ohio or Indiana or wherever the heck he's living now. He flew back for the concert. His mistake. Haha! And, Curt's sister Cara bought one, too. We thought, oh, this'll be a fun night. Yeah. Not so much.

The traffic should have been our first indication that the night was gonna be TERRIBLE! I mean, who likes to sit in traffic for an hour INSIDE a parking lot? And, who likes to pay $15 for parking only to have to walk a mile to get to the venue? Sheesh. Once we got there, it only got worse. WAY worse. In fact, I'm pretty sure that there's NO WAY the Smirnoff Center could be complying with the maximum capacity bit. It was, like, shoulder to shoulder in the lawn seating. I've always enjoyed concerts in the lawn at that venue because you can just kinda lounge on a blanket under the stars... it's nice. But, not that night. My gosh, it was OUT of control.

I really thought that the place would be filled with older fans, too. I just don't hear much hype about Dave Matthews Band among the teen scene. :-) Well, no. I was wrong again. I would say it was at least 90% teens/young college kids. That would be fine if I were a teen/young college kid. I'm not.

To start things off, I "smuggled" D.Brown's camera in my purse. Yeah. That's against the rules. I, of course, got caught. Apparently, though, smuggling in pot, maryjane, weed, reefer, ganja, hash, dope, cannabis, Acapulco gold is NOT against the rules. (Yes, I used a thesaurus to emphasize my point.)

Anyway, they told me to hold on to the camera but don't use it. Ummm... okay. Because, let me tell you, I'm gonna get some STELLAR shots from eighteen miles back in a sea of teenagers & smoke clouds. C'mon people. We only wanted it to take pictures of our experience together. You know? I just wanted pictures of US hanging out.

Whatever. We finally found a place to sit out in the lawn. I'm not sure if the guy next to us was alive or not, honestly. Someone dragged, dropped & left him there. Alone. Like, what happens to people like this AFTER the show? I'm pretty sure he either came alone, or his friends ditched him. No one seemed to care about this guy next to us. If it weren't for the occasional involuntary jerk on his part, I would have been REALLY concerned. The "security" guards even came & checked on him. They walked up, walked a circle around him & then retreated back to the back of the venue where they could stand & chat with their fellow security buddies. Seriously lame.

So, yeah. We stayed for a few songs. But, then we left early. There is NO WAY we were going to sit through the traffic that would have been if we'd waited 'til the end of the show. No way. Plus, I was gonna be REALLY mad if I took an innocent blow to the head from the guys behind us that were on the verge of a fight the whole evening. I just KNEW they were gonna end up in a huge brawl & we were going to be the casualties. Ugh. Not a fun evening.

But, I managed to snap off one completely blurry photo of Curt & I at the concert with David's P&S camera. (I'm a rebel, I know. Using that camera even after being asked not to... man, what a rule breaker.) I'm pretty sure those are nervous smiles on our faces. Haha!

What's going on with the focus & depth of field here? I mean, seriously? Oh well. The quality of the photo matches the quality of the evening.