Elevator Envy

24 Nov

Last night, my boyfriend and I went to see Toad the Wet Sprocket.  If you have no clue who they are, you’re not alone.  I knew a handful of their songs, which were all on albums I believe in the 1990’s.

The song I was most familiar with was from the “Friends” soundtrack and is titled “Good Intentions”.  It’s a great song and I was very happy to hear it at the concert.  But, of course, they also played many songs I was not familiar with.

My boyfriend is a huge fan and has followed them from the beginning.  He knew every lyric for every song.  I stood there, watched, and drank beer.  Normally I would be bored to tears if I didn’t know the majority of a band’s music, but I wasn’t because they were actually good.

After the show, we headed over to a hotel bar a couple blocks away to have more drinks and some food.  Being the fact I’d had several beers and given birth to a child, I needed to go to the bathroom every fifteen minutes.  I know that’s a little too much information….sorry.

However, because of said bladder condition, I had to use the restroom which is on another floor of the hotel.  As I entered the elevator a group of musicians followed and they turned out to be Toad the Wet Sprocket.

Part of me wanted to get off the elevator and follow them, but I thought that would be a little too creepy.  So I did my business and went back to the table to tell my boyfriend who I shared an elevator ride with.

To say he was green with envy was an understatement.  This morning he was still going on about it.  I’m not surprised it was me who ran into the band versus him.  That’s how it goes….in my world anyways.

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