A few months ago, I wrote a post titled Are Concerts Only For Rich People? where I lamented the ticket prices to Maroon 5 and insisted $350 was too high of a pricetag for one evening.
Well, turns out I’m a big fat liar because 2 months after I wrote that post, I went ahead and shelled out the $350 I said I wouldn’t spend for the concert I said I wouldn’t go to. I used all kinds of rationale: the ticket price represented less than 1% of my income which is the same proportionally as that time I bought No Doubt tickets as a student, I’ve loved Maroon 5 for over a decade and have already missed them once, and finally the gist of the comments on that post was “Gosh if I loved them as much as you Bridge, I would have just paid and gone”. So I did. And it was better than I could have imagined.
Turns out $350 gets you more than just a floor ticket. I received a swag bag with a poster that I gave away and a t-shirt that I will now sleep in every night for the rest of my life, but I also got a really great dinner (with drinks!). I felt less like I had just lit hundreds of dollars on fire after I was well fed and given some swag. But my seat was still the best. Oh, my seat.
So I was alone because I couldn’t convince anyone else $350 was a justifiable amount to spend on a Maroon 5 ticket. I am pretty confident all of my friends are now regretting their entire life because let’s just talk about where I was, for a moment. Let’s just talk about how I was next to the stage and no one was in front of me.
DO YOU REGRET YOUR DECISION NOW, FRIENDS?!??
Generally I don’t fangirl over anything because overall I think I’m toocoolforthatshit, but when it comes to Adam Levine, I lose all sense of reason and revert to a hysterical screaming mess that could rival that of any 13 year old at a Justin Bieber concert.
Of course, since I still have plans to have Adam Levine fall in love with me, I consider it in my best interest not to become a hysterical mess in his presence. So even when he was 2ft from me and nothing was separating us (save 2 big security cards and a steel fence), I acted nonchalant like I was just having a normal time at a normal concert… and then I cried for 20 minutes in my car at the venue parking lot when the show was over.
So now I’m telling everyone there’s really no point continuing life because it can only be downhill from here… but then I remembered I have a ticket to Taylor Swift this summer (that cost 1/3 what my Maroon 5 one did!) and it would just be a shame to let that go to waste.
Essentially, last night was the best night of my life and I’m fairly certain any other days that people think are important, like your wedding or the birth of your first child, probably won’t top the hours I spent in agonizingly exquisite touchable distance of Adam Levine.
In addition to the ecstasy that is being that close to the man I love above all others, the show was awesome. I had been worried they’d only play songs from their newest album, but it was a perfect mix of tunes from the past 12 years. I heard favorites from era of my teenage and adult life, and I feel in and out of love all over again and in all new ways. Ladies & Gentlemen, I have everything I’ve ever wanted. Here is a mere fraction of the photos I took, for your viewing pleasure:
I would have paid $1,000 for the high I feel right now. There’s nothing like good music and love!