I’m going to a concert. Two, actually. My favorite band is reuniting after a 16 year absence so me and my friend are going to see them here in Portland on Monday and then drive up to Seattle to catch a show the next night as well. I haven’t done that since the early 90’s. It made me think of this list and I reminded me of my box of old concert ticket stubs. Each one has it’s own little story behind it and evokes some great stories and also reminds me of some terrible experiences as well. Memories of friends I’ve lost touch with and boyfriends I broke up with. Nights of getting drunk and just letting go and having a great time without any worries or pressures. I have a sudden longing to pull out my record player and make the ultimate mix tape to share with a special someone.