Sweating It Out At Dave

Last night we went to see the Dave Matthews Band at Cricket Pavilion (which is an outdoor arena). I mean, what else do people do when it’s 112 degrees outside; go to an outdoor pavilion to see a concert? Well, on Thursday night Andy mentioned going to see Dave and my first thought was the memory of two years ago when we saw Dave in the month of August at Cricket and it was so hot out that I was miserable and we agreed never to attend a concert outside in Phoenix during the months of June, July or August. After I reminded Andy of our last experience we both agreed on Thursday night that maybe it was a bad idea after all. Well, on Friday we both agreed that at least it was something to do and we had a couple friends that were going and it would be fun to tailgate with them. After this agreement I checked the weather and it said 112 degrees for Saturday, which brought back nightmares of two years ago, but I figured I would make the best of it. We got there early to tailgate with a couple friends and when we rolled into the parking lot the temperature on Andy’s car was reading 111 degrees. I was a little worried about swamp ass and being miserable, but we got lucky as we got to park in the shade. As we sat there in our own sweat with our friends enjoying our drinks our one friend made a comment that at least there was a breeze. If you think a hair dryer on high heat pointed right at your face is a nice breeze, then yes, there was a nice breeze; however, I didn’t see it that way as I sat in my own sweat because by now my shorts were soaking wet. We finally went into the concert at 8pm and I was thinking “Boy, it cooled off out here” and really it was about 100 degrees outside and not 111 degrees. I felt crazy for even saying that it felt like it cooled off because it was still 100 degrees. When we did leave the concert at 11pm Andy’s car registered 97 degrees and let me just tell you that I am so ready for fall weather. I did tell Andy that I would be the designated driver and drive us home because the pavilion was a good 30 minutes from our house. Let’s just say he took full advantage of his designated driver. It was too funny. He was cracking me up. As many people know Andy is a quiet guy, but when he drinks he turns into Chatty Carl. He always makes fun of me for being Chatty Cathy when I drink, but he was just as bad. He was cracking me up. We ended up having a great time at the concert even though I could feel sweat beads run down my butt, which was gross by the way. It was fun to hang out with friends and Andy’s drunken stuper was absolutely hilarious. Andy and I always seem to have a great time with each other no matter what we are doing and I like that we are able to do that.