Last night, we got away for a date night to see a couple of bands we love play down by the river in Jersey - the Avett Brothers and Wilco.
It was kind of an odd evening. We tailgated next to the worlds WORST smelling port-o-potty. We forked over a ridiculous amount of money on $13 cans of beer and extra hours of babysitting. We tried to enjoy the music even though everything was completely muffled because we were all the way on one side of the amphitheater. And later, I lost my driver’s license and completely stressed out about it (until I found it later today).
I woke up feeling kind of bad about it. It was the first concert we had been to in forever and it wasn’t really as enjoyable as I had planned. As I complained to Jeremy, he said,
“Yeah, but we got to just hang out together and hold hands without any interruption for a few hours.”
He’s right. And it was nice. And the weather was beautiful. And I had a lot of fun, even if we left flat broke with the stench of sewage permeated throughout our car.
Ahhh, date nights.