“Ok, sure…I will admit that spending eight hours on your feet can be tough…but you’re wearing flip flops, shorts, and a t-shirt! It can’t be that awful,” I said to my friend. I kept thinking the show is just a few minutes away, we MUST stay. So what if we spent the majority of the day walking from hall to hall, paving a trail from one sweaty nerd to another? Nothing, and I mean nothing, coming from my pals mouth would convince me to retreat back to the car.
“I know we have been standing here for at least two hours, and we have seen a few people buckle under the pressure, but MAN UP! Also, I will buy you the beer of beers at Noble’s Tasting Room after the band plays.” My friend nodded in agreement. I silently thought to myself, “throwing in the beer was an excellent convincing point! Plus I really love that place.”
As my friend continued to express his shallow tolerance for standing, my excitement grew. Hell, how often do people get the chance to see one of their child hood favorites perform live? “Just a few more minutes, just a few more.” It sure was getting warm in this sea of fellow geeks, but I had already convinced myself that we had gone this far, no turning back. Immediately a flash of King Leonidas appeared in my brain yelling those infamous words, “THIS IS SPARTA!” Five minutes grew into ten minutes, and ten minutes into fifteen.
I could see in my buddy’s face the pure rage accumulating towards my intent to stay. His face dropped, fist clinched, and his intent to persuade me was obvious. He tapped me on the shoulder to affirm my attention and began speaking, “Look we have been on our fee…” Immediately his voice was cut off by the host, “Ladies and gentleman, the moment you all have been waiting for please welcome…(I left a picture in my profile that gives away the band).”
That weekend was incredibly fun and hit on so many things that are important to me in life. Whether it came down to enjoying a slew of ice cold beers at several fantastic breweries, or getting lost in down town Anaheim, only to discover the best damn ramen house on the west coast, my friends make all the difference in the world to me. I am the type of person that will drop everything I am doing to help come rescue a comrade from a scorpion, drive when everyone else is the designated drunk, or occasionally go couch running for a weekend move (photographic proof is available, no couches were harmed).
I am huge fan of weekend road trips and shall never turn down an adventure. Although I do tend to use the word “adventure” when I am lost. This would explain my various trips to California, and not Flagstaff. I enjoy the little things in life such as the sound of "quite" rippling atop of a tough hike, a beer that has the aroma of an orange peel, a lemon, and floral notes that make your taste buds scream during a Tucson summer day, or a delicious meal in the presence of excellent company. No matter what, I am always keeping my glass half full (because being miserable is pointless!).
My personality is 100% serious when serious things come up, and 99.9% goofy and myself the other times (.01% goes to mystery!). If you're currently looking for someone that likes to laugh at really bad jokes, enjoys submerging themselves into fun situations, and is really easy to talk to, let's talk.