Yesterday I turned 34.
I had originally not planned on doing anything. I had heard there was a show on my birthday. Slipknot. Really – I haven’t been to a show like this in years. YEARS. I blew it off for a while.
The July 4th weekend I went out to visit middle brother. He just bought a house and I hadn’t seen it. So I went out to hang and view, porch beers – good times! The show got brought up again. I joked it was on my birthday. “no no, I don’t want to go.” I’m too old for that, I thought.
A few days later, I decided that was a lie I was telling myself. I text both brothers to see if they were available, bought lawn tickets and BOOM. We’re going. I hemmed and hawed about it for the next 2 weeks. I tried to think of excuses as to why I wouldn’t be able to make it. Even driving to Syracuse, I was still trying to think of a way to get out of it.
But then I got to middle brother’s house. We cracked a beer, started catching up on life. Little brother showed. We went to dinner. Conversations ensued between the brothers of memories I’d missed at College (which apparently there may be some friendly – i hope- resentment over the fact I wasn’t there). We were being ridiculous, and laughed a ton.
Next step – the show. The venue was new, none of us had been there. Parking was curious, but we met up with some other people. We had some good convo, hot sun, hopped on the shuttle and went to the show.
Oh. My. God.
I had so much fun! SO. MUCH. FUN. It’s been a while since the three of us hung out (and the last time, honestly, didn’t end that well – sorry O). But holy love i had the best time. We rocked out, jumped around. J went in the mosh pit, got a bit beat up. Seriously, why had I even had any hesitations?
I have said this to both bros, but I cannot remember the last time I had so much fun. Just me and my fam, rocking out, freedom, fun and music. I used to think I didn’t know what it meant to have fun anymore. But, depression lies. Fun is real. I can have it. So can you.
Love. Family. Music. Smiles.