Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Take a seat
That's my view sitting at my seat at the Jake Shimabukruro concert Saturday. I took the pic and I looked at it and I thought, "I remember in 2007 when I went to a musical for my cousin and sat there terrified the seats were going to give in under our weight and having bruises on my hips for almost 2 weeks after that from bolts digging in."
I remember being heartbroken on having to miss out on two different times Duran Duran came to town because I was petrified I wouldn't fit in the seats or that people would say something to me and ruin the evening. This summer I'm driving to see them in another city because I'm tired of missing out on seeing the band that was my first crush as a little girl. 2nd row thankyouverymuch. I'll be the girl getting dragged out on the encore for trying to lick Nick Rhodes' face. I doubt I'll be able to hold back tears of finally making that dream a reality. I even decided what the hell and we're driving to see another band this year because mama used to do this quite a bit as a teenager and I miss it. I miss feeling like the people are singing just to you. I remember being at the Popmart Tour for U2 in 1997 and I swear that even at the top of the stadium in the worst seats ever, Bono was singing "One" only to me as the 102,000 people faded away.
I think it was 2 years ago that I realized I could just fit back into auditorium seats and while I knew I could fit, my brain just wasn't havin' it. When I went on a concert ticket buying spree earlier this year, I gave no thought as to whether I fit. I'm certainly not small enough to never have to worry about that again, I mean I know my current weight after losing 200 lbs is still another person's "before" picture. But the freedom of not being completely paralyzed over the thought of going to an arena, auditorium, etc is truly one of the most freeing things in the world.
We enjoyed that concert and even though my seatmate was cool, he kind of impeded on my personal space by sitting with his legs all widespread and the guy on the other side of the Mr was the jolly green giant so he impeded on his space with his wicked tall gams. In the end, it was nice to know the fat people, the one expected to lop over and take up extra room, in fact, were not. The skinny people were. While I'm not a big fan of having a random dude's leg bobbing up and down on mine to the beat I didn't care because 1) I was just happy he really dug Jake's music and 2) he had to come over to my side to touch my leg, not because he had to due to my girth. I don't expect many people to relate but that's major. Let the good times roll.
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Labels: Non-scale victories