By Marino 13 Comments
Last year, my sister got married and moved to Columbus, Ohio. One reason I'll always remember the date is because I ducked out of the dinner the night before it to get back to the Big Live Live Show Live's chat room. Anyway, I live in Georgia. So, my sister has been begging to come up there and visit her. The plan was to go up there at some point in the Summer and go up to a Cleveland Indians game. I have a somewhat lackadaisical goal of going to all of the MLB stadiums, which is currently at measly 5. It's now two months into the baseball season and we hadn't made any plans. That's when I got this crazy idea.
I was looking at the Foo Fighters' tour schedule to see if they were coming to Atlanta this year. Sadly, ATL wasn't on their list. But guess what was? Yeah, Columbus. I sent her a message to see if she'd be interested, but that was a dumb question of course. The last time (and only time) I've seen the Foo Fighters, my sister was with me as well. That was at Sony's company party at E3 1998. I was 17, and she was 14. We were clearly the youngest people there, and probably shouldn't have been allowed in, but I know a producer at Sony that somehow got me into the party along with my E3 badge. I've been a huge fan of the band ever since. I haven't been to any arena or amphitheater shows since I saw Dave Matthews Band at Philips Arena in 2002. So, I'm well overdue for a concert.
So, right now, I'm holding tickets to a concert that's 650 miles away from me. I have no plane ticket. We have no baseball tickets. And I have not been approved for the time off from work yet. But fuck it. We're gonna make this shit happen.