Just not the same.
Why does the first time it hits 70 in the year, make me think of summer? It makes me think of flip flops and sundresses. Of vacations to our usual destination, Disney. Of warm weather and beaches. Of sweat and being lazy at the same time. Slurpees and watermelon. And of course long nights and endless weekends.
And Kenny. Chesney, I mean.
Because, summer is not complete without at least one attendance at his concert. Which is usually, packed standing room only sort of deal. And every year, just about this time to be exact they announce where he is going to be playing, pray that it is going to be somewhere close, thankful when they finally post and I wait patiently as the tickets to go on sale. Then when they do I sit for hours trying to get as close as possible to the man.
Half the time, if I can't find anything I am happy with through his fan club, I wait and hold out til someone decides to sell them on Ebay. Willing to pay quite a bit for them. After all, it is the one event I attend annually. Suppose I view it as, I may as well enjoy it. Right?
And each year it is my mission to get closer and closer to the man. I drag my-not so into as I am-husband who sits beside me looking as if he is ready to gag himself with a spoon. But the guy that he is doesn't say anything. Rather watches in amazement at the packed house, the number of women scandalous dressed wearing next to nothing. At the amount of booze and liquor consumed. And even if he doesn't exactly want to admit it, I think secretly he has a good time. I think he even enjoys it as much as I do. (Well maybe that's going a little to far) Still I think he enjoys it in his way. Enjoy everything.
Including the music.
But not this year. No, this year the man who I have spent endless amount of summers, and money on has decided to take a break from a summer with his fans.There will be no party to look forward to, no 'summertime' to rock out to. No, She thinks my tractor is Sexy to swing my body along to.
There will be none of that. The thought alone makes me depressed.
I mean don't get me wrong believe it or not I do get it, I understand the need for time away after oodles of summers on the road. Just as much as I need a break from my own life, so does he. No matter how much we the fans may bitch moan and complain in hopes that maybe, just maybe he will hear us, and think it over. Ultimately he may even change his mind. We could hope anyway.
At the same time, inside I break. Because it is not summer without him. It never is. Because try as I might, I can't get the feeling as though my summer won't be complete at any level without him. I mean it is, beyond all else the one thing I look forward to each year. its the one that keeps me moving in the darkest of the winter days. I live for his concerts and without them. I find myself at a complete loss.
Yes I can, and have rolled my windows down, blasted the stereo as loud as I can, often maxing it out as loud as I can. I can sing along to his music, close my eyes and pretend for a moment that I am front row and center. But the fact remains, its not the same. And it won't be the same.
And my summer, won't be the same either.
And Kenny. Chesney, I mean.
Because, summer is not complete without at least one attendance at his concert. Which is usually, packed standing room only sort of deal. And every year, just about this time to be exact they announce where he is going to be playing, pray that it is going to be somewhere close, thankful when they finally post and I wait patiently as the tickets to go on sale. Then when they do I sit for hours trying to get as close as possible to the man.
Half the time, if I can't find anything I am happy with through his fan club, I wait and hold out til someone decides to sell them on Ebay. Willing to pay quite a bit for them. After all, it is the one event I attend annually. Suppose I view it as, I may as well enjoy it. Right?
And each year it is my mission to get closer and closer to the man. I drag my-not so into as I am-husband who sits beside me looking as if he is ready to gag himself with a spoon. But the guy that he is doesn't say anything. Rather watches in amazement at the packed house, the number of women scandalous dressed wearing next to nothing. At the amount of booze and liquor consumed. And even if he doesn't exactly want to admit it, I think secretly he has a good time. I think he even enjoys it as much as I do. (Well maybe that's going a little to far) Still I think he enjoys it in his way. Enjoy everything.
Including the music.
But not this year. No, this year the man who I have spent endless amount of summers, and money on has decided to take a break from a summer with his fans.There will be no party to look forward to, no 'summertime' to rock out to. No, She thinks my tractor is Sexy to swing my body along to.
There will be none of that. The thought alone makes me depressed.
I mean don't get me wrong believe it or not I do get it, I understand the need for time away after oodles of summers on the road. Just as much as I need a break from my own life, so does he. No matter how much we the fans may bitch moan and complain in hopes that maybe, just maybe he will hear us, and think it over. Ultimately he may even change his mind. We could hope anyway.
At the same time, inside I break. Because it is not summer without him. It never is. Because try as I might, I can't get the feeling as though my summer won't be complete at any level without him. I mean it is, beyond all else the one thing I look forward to each year. its the one that keeps me moving in the darkest of the winter days. I live for his concerts and without them. I find myself at a complete loss.
Yes I can, and have rolled my windows down, blasted the stereo as loud as I can, often maxing it out as loud as I can. I can sing along to his music, close my eyes and pretend for a moment that I am front row and center. But the fact remains, its not the same. And it won't be the same.
And my summer, won't be the same either.