Every time they showed him on the little screen I squealed like a little girl. The whole concert was fun, except for these two Asians in front of me who decided it was a good time and place to smoke weed. That smell seriously makes me nauseous, so despite having to cover my face with Jordan's arm for a few minutes, I had a good time singing all the words and intermittently getting weirded out by the stares of the completely still middle aged woman next to me.
I bought a shirt, because I feel like if I don't purchase some sort of merchandise at a concert, I wasn't actually there. The ringing in my ears the next day isn't validation enough. If I'm not wearing a $40 band t-shirt with tour dates on the back, it never happened. We had good seats, but for some reason, staring at the pit made me want to be in it for a brief second. Not so much the pushing and shoving, or "getting people out of the way" as Jordan refers to it, but being right up close to the band standing in a mass of people jumping up and down is pretty fun.
Recently I've noticed that I've been a little too obsessed with Jordan having a beard, taking it as a stab in the heart every time he threatens to shave. I know that sounds pretty weird, but hear me out; I really like beards on guys. Not like, ZZ Top action, but like a little 5 o clock shadow is sometimes so sexy on a guy. Example:
Michael Vartan. MMM MMM GOOD.
But I realize you can't shape your significant other into someone that you want them to be. You're with them in the first place because of who they are, and you shouldn't try to change them, even if it's just something stupid like growing a beard. Yeah, I'd love it if Jordan was a lumberjack in the facial hair department, but it's not my face, and he can do whatever he chooses with it. I think people make the mistake of trying to change their guy into their dream-man, clothes and all. If you have to work so hard to change someone, even if it's just their outward appearance, purely for your own satisfaction, maybe its just the idea of that person, or who you could turn them into, that you like in the first place. Not the person themselves.
K enough seriousness. I have to go photoshop my face onto a picture of Travis Barker and his ex-wife.
HOT- Do I really need to say it?
EVEN IN A SLING, LADIES AND GENTLEMAN. God dayumm.
NOT- Having to meet your boyfriend's friends when you have spaghetti stains on your shirt.
-Shelby <3
PS- The above picture of me makes it look like I have a gap in my teeth. But I don't, I promise you.
In recent times, am finding that am concurrent with you on the ol' facial hair thing. It gives a rugged appeal.
ReplyDeleteYour posts make me giggle.
mm yes rugged is good. i tried to incorporate a dirty joke in this post about rugged woodsmen and how i'd let them chop my wood, but failed.
ReplyDeleteheaps awesome, i saw them last time they were in Australia and i plan to see them when they come back :)
ReplyDeletei wuvvv u shelbyyy
ReplyDeleteand i really want to be a LAWER when i grow up