In the honor of the trend known as “throwback Thursday”, I thought I’d do better than just a picture, but actually share a story…
A couple of summers ago Justin Timberlake and Jay-Z were coming to town, and being that I love me some JT and Jay-Z independently, I knew I had to be there for their combo show. I landed some sweet seats thanks to a pre-sale, and I was pumped to have a night out at a concert that was sure to be amazeballs.
It turned out my brand new job was holding a training session in California the week of the concert so and I had to be there. Sadly I sold my tickets off to some other lucky SOB. My heart was crushed, but my good friend Hillary was quick to remind me that at least I had already seen each artist before.
I saw Justin Timberlake back in 2003 after a friend won tickets. I got to sing “Seniorita” and “Cry Me a River” at the top of my lungs. I was also a big fan of Fergie from her Kids Incorporated and Wild Orchid days, and the Black Eyed Peas opened for JT. It was all sorts of awesome.
Jay-Z however, I did not recall ever seeing in concert. I did though. Hillary was with me. We drove from Syracuse University 3 hours to my hometown of Buffalo, NY and saw the Hard Knock Life Tour. Not only did I see Jay-Z, but Method Man, Redman, DMX and the hip hip icon Ja Rule (please know that I’m joking with that one). But I don’t remember it, not one bit. It may have been because I was partaking in the concert festivities a little too much… it could be because my brain is getting older and having a tough time recalling things.
This picture was from a night out in college, senior year at the Cuse. I had gone out to the bars with friends, we had driven one of their cars and parked it in one of the few parking lots. Well we may have had one of those nights that started off as going out for a “couple” of drinks, that turned into closing down the bar. Either way, we walked out of the bar to the lot and could not find her car. After meandering around for a while we gave up, sat down on the street curb and laughed our asses off.
The only reason I remember this is because of the picture. I asked my two friends that were with me that night what they remembered. One didn’t remember it happening (a la my Jay-Z story) and the other remembers the picture, laughing and that’s about it. None of us could tell you a real story about what happened that night because none of us remember. How sad it that?
It makes me wonder how many other moments in my life have I forgotten? Seriously, I’m 34 years old and I know I’ve had a damn good time, I just can’t really recall any of the details of those good times. Makes for a great story, huh?