Let it be said - TSO was, as expected, amazing.
Every year, I've gone to this with a different person. Every year, oddly, the seats have gotten better.
I WAS TWENTY FEET AWAY FROM ANNA PHOEBE!!
Ahem. I rather happen to admire a certain London violinist.
Last concert of this year's tour. Of course, it is in a city about five hours away from mine. Rogue lives about ten minutes away, and elected to drive, which was both kind and wise of him - my car, Rachel, is a little bit of a personality lately.
He claimed that he needed to drive the whole way, because next week he's driving some friends to Madison, and needs to know that he can do it. Privately, I'm thinking, "So, why don't I just take the road after Madison?" but whatever. Really, he just wants to be able to listen to his music the whole way in.
Let it be noted that, despite the fact that we are going to a concert for a sort of music that we both very much enjoy, on average, our music tastes do not match. It's not that I can't stand his music - rather that neither of us have any cds that match the other's. I amend that - for some reason, we're both into Meat Loaf. More rock operas, of course - which happens to be the genre of what we're attending.
I really can't say much about the concert, simply because it was too cool to properly describe. Definitely wished that Knuter and I could have gone together (on a separate date - Rogue made it quite clear that this was our thing, and he didn't want to share it - which I can understand), and was rather aware that I may not be able to see them again for quite some time.
Talked with Rogue quite a bit on the way there. We wandered around the city later - I hadn't eaten for awhile, and we've found that when I don't for more than six hours of waking-time, I get a little weird. He nearly threw me into a snowbank for my plaintiveness when I found that Burger King was closed, and I'd just wanted a strawberry milkshake. Which, of course, since it's Rogue, I wouldn't shut up about.
There's something in him that brings something out in me. Most of the time, I'm rather sedate or goofy, ironic or happy, mature or innocent. Around him, the attitude reigns full, the mischief is at the surface, and while I'm still rather philosophical, I'm usually conversing from, literally, off the beaten path. I don't think it'd be as common if he didn't enjoy bossing me around so much, or if I didn't derive so much pleasure from ignoring orders. :P
I now think of the place as, "Wisconsin - Land of the Fog." Generally, I'm fine with late-night driving. But when all you've got to see is fog and highway lines, it doesn't work so well. I can usually be noting signs along the way, trees, quirky landmarks, whatever. Nope. If you've heard of Desert Bus, this'd be the Midwestern variation. Hours and hours of milky soup and highway lines. I should have lasted the whole way home (we left a little after midnight), but after two and a half hours, I had to let Rogue take over.
He gives me grief, claiming that I gave him the longer part of the trip. Now, by the GPS (Claire), we had two hours left when I abdicated the driver's seat. I am not to blame for him driving intelligently in the fog, and thus making that turn into 2:40. I got into bed at six, he got into bed at 6:30.
I'm hoping it's something from the Army that gives him the ability to be as perky as he was when he came by today to hang out. I woke up in time to run into town for a meeting at 1400, then came back home, slept until I had another meeting at 1900. For that, I got as far as our town traffic lights before deciding that what'd moved in over our area was worse than Wisconsin's, and I had no business driving.
But. Amazing concert. And it's kind of satisfying to catch the last one of the season.
Until next year! Or, until I'm back home and able to do this again. :D
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