Wake Me Up

The Great RH Road Trip:  After

"It’s like I’m falling out of bed
From a long, weary dream
The sweetest flowers and fruits hang from the trees
Falling off the giant bird that’s been carrying me

It’s like I’m falling out of bed
From a long and weary dream 

Just exactly as I remember
Every word
Every gesture"

-Separator                                 

(First of all I would like to apologize if these posts have run a little long.  I realize they have and I am not willing to do anything about that frankly.  This was such a monumental event in my life (if you know me or my blog at all, you get the gravity with which I view this event (this blog is called Life in a Glass House- for goodness sake! (a Radiohead song), and I have never been the soul of brevity anyway -let's face it.  Also- I suppose no one is forcing anyone to read this, and these posts are the only place I am writing these events down, so I want to be thorough for my own sake.  The good news is- this post should be fairly short.  No one has complained by the way, I just have been feeling a little guilt at the amount of posts and the duration of a few of them.  Ok, that's all, cheers--- love you guys.)

We all stood there and cheered.  Hoping that if we cheered hard enough they would come back out with another encore.  Yeah, we were greedy and didn't want it to end.  Never wanted it to end.  But, the lights came up anyway and it ended.    Matt and I started the walk to the stairs to where we planned to run into B.  We passed Marcus (we had ditched our old area during Paranoid Android if you remember).  Almost without a word, Marcus and I gave each other a big hug and said "bye".  

With every step, I could feel the adrenaline leaving my body and a weariness I have seldom ever felt took it's place.  We started up the steps and with every step my body felt heavier and heavier and I thought they would never end.  It took a lot of effort every time I had to lift my leg to that next step......but luckily they ended before I collapsed.  But it wasn't over-  I had to walk all the way over to the concession stand thing to get me a shirt.  There I stood and waited in a long line.  The good news was that by the time it was my turn, I had memorized what shirts they had left in my size and what they all looked like front and back, so I could be quick about it.  I splurged and bought a water bottle too (we saved mega on our hotel, so I figured I better get both things.)  I have ended up REALLY loving that bottle so I am SO glad I got it.  It was worth every one of it's over priced cents- it's awesome. (I LOVED last tour's bottles so much, I always wished I had bought one on their site when they were selling.  (I've looked for them online since and they are nowhere to be found so- carpe diem.) I dropped mine on the sidewalk within about 5 minutes of my ownership of it and it got a little dent up top.  I like the dent.  I don't think those aluminum Swiss bottles are respectable until they have a dent or two, so I went ahead and took care of that right away (what better place for it to get it's first battle scar then the front lines at it's concert home, eh?).  

We called Sue to pick us up and drank lots of drinks from an obliging water fountain.  Then we made the trek all the way to our meeting place waaaaay down the street.  Before the concert when we made pick-up plans I said, "yeah- we'll walk all the way out here- no problem, a good walk is always nice after a concert"  I regretted that one a little bit.  But, the walk was easier then the stairs up the arena and we had PLENTY to talk about- maybe the water had something to do with that.  Plus Matt got serenaded by a group of dudes.  Then we sat and waited for a little bit (it was not long though).  When we got in the van, we found the whole gang there when we were just expecting Sue.  It was so funny~  neither Cat nor Sue wanted to stay at the hotel and miss out on the "just after concert" hype, so they each plucked a sleeping child from their beds and strapped them in the car and came to get  us.  The girls were sleeping in their seats, so they must have been fine with that.   I don't blame them, I can imagine us yapping all about the awesome details of the concert, getting back to the room and when asked again, being like- yep, it was great.  In actuality when they asked me upon getting in the car, all they got was me opening my mouth and nothing could come out- well I did manage a squeak after a time.  Where does one start explaining the absolute jaw dropping awesomeness one had just barely experienced?  We managed to get some details out though eventually :)  


To be honest, I don't remember much more of that night after that.  I don't remember if Scout woke up and was up for a while after (or if Elle did).  I don't remember if we talked much in the hotel before going to sleep.  I honestly can't remember the rest of that night, there was only "Homer sleep now".  So I guess that's about it for post concert shenanigans.

"And if you think this is over

Then you’re wrong
If you think this is over
Then you’re wrong
If you think this is over
Then you’re wrong

Wake me up
Wake me up
Wake me up
Wake me up
Wake me up
 Wake me up"

-Separator                                      

                                         

To be continued.................................