I Wish it was Tomorrow - FOB

Frank and I have been looking forward to seeing Fall Out Boy since . . . January, when I bought the tickets. August seemed a long, long, long way off back then. We’ve waited impatiently since. With every concert we’ve gone to at Red Rocks between then and now, there has been a point in the evening when one of us says (wistfully), “Fall Out Boy is going to be so great.”

Tonight we talked about what time we wanted to leave on Tuesday. We were sad for Noah, whose mom waited to get tickets and now can’t, because its sold out. We decided what we’re going to wear, and yes . . . that may sound weird, but as a mom it’s also über cool.

Both of us, almost at the same time said, “I wish it was tomorrow.” Yes, we do. Six months and twenty-six days we’ve been waiting . . . less than forty-eight hours from now we’ll be there, at Red Rocks, in the center of the front row, dancing and singing our faces off. 

I wish it was tomorrow.