We all have a bucket list of some sort.
Whether we take the time two write one down or just keep a mental check list, we have things we want and hope to do before we die.
Whether we take the time two write one down or just keep a mental check list, we have things we want and hope to do before we die.
I don't keep a list compiled entirely of prominent hopes. Somethings I'd like to do before I cross those pearly gates are: see all 50 states, join a band, have a flower garden, meet Paul McCartney, skinny dip, publish a photograph in Rolling Stone magazine, raise a family, truly help someone, write a book, run a coffee and pie shop, volunteer for something I care about, buy an outfit not on sale, see Radiohead in concert…
You might look at some of these goals and think that they are petty, selfish and meaningless in the grand scheme of life. But, this is my list and I'm sticking to it.
Last week, I got to check one of those items off my endlessly growing tally. For my birthday (age and gray hair, let's not go there) my husband purchased us tickets for a Radiohead concert in St. Louis. YES!
The day started wonderfully, we finished teaching, packed our things, kissed our furry babies goodbye and hit to road for STL. We were early, so we found a mall and I dived head first into the sales wracks of some of my favorite stores.
Later, we arrived at our hotel, met up with his brother, sister-in-law and their two friends, and went to dinner. The day was going ideally.
With the concert and some sort of haunted house convention occurring in the area, service was slow at our restaurant of choice. While passing the time, our companions looked at their print-out tickets to check the start time.
Earlier, I asked my man if he had the tickets and he said not to fret because all we had to do was swipe our credit card for entrance. Great. Easy. No worries.
During this time, the look of doubt appeared in his eyes and he began feverishly checking his phone to make sure he read the directions correctly.
"Are you sure we didn't need to print them?," I asked about the tickets. Yes, he was sure. Then what could possibly be the worry?
Hubby started questioning if he had the correct credit card with him to do the swipe thing.
