A few weeks Emily and I went to a Switchfoot concert.
Emily is a serious Switchfoot fan. In contrast, the only Switchfoot songs I know are the ones from the movie A Walk To Remember. My knowledge includes, but is not limited to, the following verse in their song "Someday We'll Know" which ends with what is quite possibly the most thought provoking lyric OF ALL TIME:
Whatever happened to Amelia Earhart?
Who holds the stars up in the sky?
Is true love just once in a lifetime?
Did the captain of the Titanic cry?
I am quite certain I spent no less than 100 hours between the ages of 12 and 14 pondering that last question.
Things started off on a less than perfect note the night of the concert because there was absolutely no parking near the theater. It was dark and raining outside, and the streets were all one-way and very crowded and HELLO, MY NAME IS LAURA AND I CANNOT PARALLEL PARK.
Eventually I found a nice, big spot on a residential street approximately 4.7 miles from the theater. It was perfect really because who doesn't love a brisk walk on a dark, cold, rainy night?
Emily, that's who. She was not thrilled with the trek that we faced but things started to look up when we finally (and I do mean finally) made it inside the theater and discovered that our seats were in the second row like we were some sort of VIPs. The theater is very old and was evidently constructed during a time when people were itty bitty little things because WOW, WHAT SMALL SEATS YOU HAVE.
Things were tight and I had a feeling we were going to become very familiar with our neighbors.
The first half of the show was a documentary about the band, who hails from California. The woman seated next to Emily felt it necessary to scream SAN DIEGO at every point during the movie when California was mentioned. Meanwhile, the gentleman who was sitting next to me was, as my dad likes to say, taking his half out of the middle in the armrest department.
However, he was not yelling LOS ANGELES so, WIN.
The movie portion ended and after a quick intermission, the band took the stage for the show.
Everyone got on their feet for the first song and that's when it began.
The man next to me start clapping with more vigor than I can even put into words. And he didn't just clap with his hands. He clapped with his entire body. I didn't know it was possible to clap with your knees but oh, he did it. I've never seen anything like it.
A few minutes into song numero uno, I kind of crouched down in an effort to avoid his elbows, and that's when I realized that he was wearing basketball shorts and a button down shirt in the pattern of the American. It was very appropriate considering his wingspan was probably comparable to that of the national bird of the Unites States of America.
I stayed in the strategic crouch position during a particularly upbeat song when the clapping was in FULL FORCE, and that's when I saw that Mr. Clapper was not wearing shoes.
Lest you think Emily was having an easier go of it next to me, her neighbor screamed SAN DIEGOOOO an average of one to three times.
Between my bare foot, enthusiastically clapping neighbor, and SAN DIEGOOOOO, the concert was one to remember and it certainly gave us a LOT to laugh about, which worked out because that is my favorite thing to do.
And Emily looked like this the entire time.
So it was worth sitting in the line of fire.