The Post You HAD to Know Was Coming…That’s Right, The Annual Dave Post!

You knew it was coming. You had to have known it was bound to appear on the blog eventually. Here'e the deal….I know you don't really care about my Dave Matthews Band adventures. And that's ok. But I still need to blog about it. For me. So I don't forget any of it :) If you have some time to waste, keep reading. If not, I understand. Really, I do.

If you are a regular here at my little blogland, you may remember  my Dave adventure from last year. Needless to say, I desperately hoped for the same sort of experience this year as well. Lesson? Too much planning can lead to some disappointment πŸ˜‰

I got into Indy on Thursday afternoon. Into the city we went to waste some time before we could check into our first hotel. We parked and peeked over the ledge of the parking garage. It was a fabulous view of fabulous buses.

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After lunch we of course were forced to get a touch closer to the buses. What?! YES it is even exciting being near their transportation.

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A street vendor tried to convince us that these belonged to Tim McGraw. When you are a fan girl, you can't be fooled. You know what to look for πŸ˜‰

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After dinner we opted to fan girl it out and hang out outside the hotel with a few other fans. And we waited. And waited. Sigh. Where were the boys?!?! Oh wait! There's one! Jeff Coffin on the saxophone!

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Time to call it a night. I should mention at this point I am on my sixth week of being sick and trying to beat back bronchitis. Time. For. Bed.

Friday comes along and we wander the city. We shop. We eat. We waste some time before we can check into Hotel #2. DMB hotel. otherwise known as the lap of luxury. I have made a decision. I like the lap of luxury. I want to spend more time in said lap. I now truly understand the gloriousness of high thread count sheets. And t.v.s in the bathroom

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Sticking to standard procedure, it is now time to scope out the hotel pool. We head out to locate the pool and discover it is located within the spa, which is on our floor. We head in. We look at pool. Inhale the chlorine. Turn our heads to look into the work-out room and attempt to lift our jaws off the floor. We are looking at the back of Boyd Tinsley as he shows the elliptical machine who is boss. Boyd Tinsley people!!!! My new pug's namsake! This is the man that forces me to uncontrollably shout YEAH BOOOOOOOYD when I hear him play. Right. There. As any fangirl would do, we calmly (hyperventilating) make our way to the work-out room's doors. And try to open them. And try again. We swipe our room key card. And try again. And again and again and….and then the lovely lady manning the spa reception desk informs us that we are swiping our card backwards. Oh. Reverse card. Swipe again. Pull door annnnnnnnnnnnnnnd OPEN. It is us. And Boyd. In a very small room. US. BOYD. US. BOYD. BOYD TINSLEY ON THE VIOLIN!!!!!!!! ok, he wasn't on the violin, he was on the elliptical. details details. So we tested out all the machines. Made sure we really understood how each one worked. And we did lots of peeking. Out of the corners of our eyes. In the mirrors. Lots of glances were stolen. But we did some serious reigning in of our fangirl instincts and left the poor guy alone. We needed him in tip top shape for the concert after all!

Speaking of the concert…..

the evening started nicely enough.

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and then there was a sliiiiiiiiiight change in the weather

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We were kindly asked to leave the venue until further notice. This was our lovely view. It got dark. And very cold. Oh. and windy. And wet. And two hours later, at 10:05 a lovely little golf cart came through informing us all that the show would begin at 10:15. When we finally got out of the car, the music informed us otherwise. The concert had already begun!!! WHAT?! As we ran through the rain, slipping in ridiculous amounts of mud, song #2 came and went. Again, I say WHAT?! We finally made it back into the venue in time to hear song #3, and rocked out in the rain and had THE most incredible light show nature had to offer, complete with a few shooting stars.

A two hour delay equals two tired, wet and muddy girls. It was beyond late when we finally returned to the hotel. We still had a party to attempt to weazel our way into! Onto the elevators, off the elevator, into the room. And then the discussion begins. "Did you notice there was no floor 2?" "No floor 2?" "Nope, no floor 2" Back to the elevators we go to investigate. Ummmmmm, where did floor 2 go? WHERE DID FLOOR 2 GO?!?!?!?! How in the world are we supposed to weazel our way into a party on floor 2 if floor 2 no longer exists? Did it ever exist? YES!!! Last year- onto the elevator. Press floor 2. Elevator door opens. Music is heard. Party has been found. Floor 2 is real. So where did it go?!?!

We make a decision. Ridiculously high thread count sheets are waaaaaaaaaaaay more appealing at 3am than trying to locate a missing hotel floor. Goodnight.

Hello Saturday. I had a little talk with myself. I am ok with floor 2 being MIA the night before. I am convinced we didn't miss much. It was far too late. In my mind, rock stars need sleep too πŸ™‚ Hey, it makes me feel better about the situation. Besides, breakfast needs to be consumed. And if the breakfast is anything like the sheets, I am ready!!!! (fyi…breakfast IS like the sheets! High thread count breakfast!) Onto the elevator. And what do you know?!

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We eat. We park ourselves outside of the hotel. And we wait. and wait. Ummmmmm, and wait some more. Hmmmmm. This is odd. This is nothing like last year. Where is everyone? It is us, and three highschool kids. And that's about it. We wait. tick tock tick tock. I'm hot. Are you hot? Do you think it is ok that I am standing in the sun even though my antibiotic instructions told me not to stand in the sun? I'm hot. I think I feel the tops of my feet melting. Are you hot? I'm hot. Random man walks by. "Dave is around the corner in the alley. He is getting ready to leave." Please don't mess with us. "No really, look" and he proceeds to show a picture on his cell phone that was just taken. Hiogh school boy is torn. Does he go look, or stay here. We decide he should go, and then call his friends to let us know if Dave really is there. He goes. Their cell phone rings. And then all I see is hair flying in the wind, flip-flops flying and woosh! I am left in everyone's dust. Damn you bronchitis! I have faith that if Dave is really there, April will throw herself to the ground, wrap her entire body around one of his legs and not let him go until I mosey my way down the block.

We missed Dave. Just like last year, by a fraction of a moment. Highschool boy? Got to shake his hand and got himself an autograph. SO happy for him!!! Jealous, but seriously ridiculously happy because he was an adorable uber fan, and to toally make myself feel old, it was sort of awesome to see someone so young so into the band! Crap, that really made me feel old. I don't want to talk about it anymore!

Have I mentioned how hot I am? ohmyhot!!!! I'm hot. Are you hot? I'm hot. The decision is made. The towel is thrown in. We quit. We quit people. The fangirls GAVE UP. And we went and got ourselves an ice coooooooold drink. Ahhhhh. Heaven. And then we headed back out into the heat. And directly into the path of Rashawn Ross. WHAT?!?!?!?!

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Well, I guess I need to pick that towel up off the ground and reclaim it, huh? We are back in.

We wait somemore. We keep an eye on the important people. Like Mr. Cop there in the background. So when we see security talk to him, here the word "side" and see him go inside we know what to do. Book it to the side Residence entrance.

And capture…………………………………………………………………

the back of Carter's head

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sigh. and so then we wait. some more.

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April takes sneaky portraits that make me giggle

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And then another fly by sighting……Tim Reynolds! (seriously, if you have an opportunity, listen to this man play the guitar. Grab yourself a Dave & Tim CD, play a Tim solo and be prepared to be knocked over. He. Is. AWESOME.) ok….because I can't stand it and really want you to hear him….

and I seriously dare you to listen to it! I know it is long, but at least listen through to the 6 minute mark- I promise it is totally worth it!

 

 

And Mr. Reynolds……

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Back to the front of the hotel. Deductive reasoning (and ok, the fact that only one bus was left) led us to believe we were waiting on Boyd. We waited. And waited. We corraled Daryl, Dave's security, and asked him if we were waiting for nothing. "No, no you are not." Daryl, you are pretty awesome.

After more waiting, we finally were met with serious success. Out came Boyd. To the other side, the other group of people, he went. He signed. He posed. He walked away, looked to our side, started to wave and looked suspiciously like he was headed to his bus. "NO BOYD!!!!! PLEASE COME HERE!" And what did he have to say to that?

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"Why didn't you guys say someting?!" Boyd, you are pretty awesome!

Guess who he came to first? Go on, guess. Guess!

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That's us. Talking to Boyd (!). (this is also why I loooooove the fan base of this band. photos taken by random stranger. Emailed to me in less than 24 hours!)

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That's us. Wrapped in the arms of Boyd Tinsley β™₯ look how happy random guy is off to the side πŸ™‚

fun side story. While waitingfor Boyd, we asked a guy next to us if he would take our photo with Boyd when he came out. He looked panic stricken. Actually commented on the pressure. Oh. ummmm, ok, nevermind then. So I was surprised when he grabbed my camera to take our photo. But the pressre got to him. "How do I zoom out?" he said. What? How do you zoom out? THERE IS NO TIME FOR THIS!!!!!! So I told him what any good photographer would say….Just back up!!!! And I made Boyd laugh at that. I made Boyd laugh. πŸ™‚ β™₯

side story over.

Adventure can be considered a success….photos? check. Autographs? Check.

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Except the adventure is noooooot quite over. We still have a second concert to go to after all.

A feast is had. Excitement over upcoming concert is had. A mad dash to get to venue is most definitely had. And then, welllllllllllllllllllll. We decided to not end this crazy weekend on a quiet note.

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We decided that we wanted to enjoy the concert in a different kind of way πŸ˜‰ I will preface this with saying that there was no drinking involved here lol. Long story short. Things didn't go so well while waiting in line. After lots of concern, someone noticed, let us cut in front of an awful lot of angry people, we got about 5 feet into the venue, I hunted for overpriced water and medical help, and we were whisked right back out of those lovely gates. To our own personal venue! No we didn't get to see any of the concert….but we heard it all. AND we got to watch COPS: The Concert Version the whole time! While signing the release form we rocked out to the final encore song, me daring to open the little trailor window to hear it just a bit better, apologizing to the crying girls next to use while I bounced around on the cot to the music. And most importantly, April is A-Ok.

And I will leave you with some very lovely irony…..I took this photo on Friday night from the lawn. I was attempting to get a decent view of the buses (which are just crew buses….lesson learned- these are the things you learn when whisked away by the EMTs!) and instead I unknowingly got perfect documentation of our Saturday night location πŸ™‚

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Did you actually read all the way to this point? I feel like I should have some sort of prize to hand out. At least a brownie or something. But yeah….I've got nothing. Sorry.

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3 Comments to “The Post You HAD to Know Was Coming…That’s Right, The Annual Dave Post!”

  1. I love this damn it…every bit! πŸ™‚ And, guess what, people…this isn’t the last chapter of Dave this summer!!!!

  2. I demand the damn brownie!

  3. Wait. Don’t send the brownie. Diet. Must stick to diet. Brownieeeeeeeee. Want brownie. Cannot have browinie. I now blame DMB for any dietary indiscretions I may or may not commit. πŸ™‚

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