The thing about concerts is that you are waiting for hours in very close proximity next to people you would, under normal circumstances, never talk to. But a concert is not a normal circumstance. The best kind of concerts are the outdoor ones in those big amphitheaters that smell like beer and you have yellow tiger-print wristbands and you are five feet from the stage and everyone is sweating and nobody cares. Cute Argentinian boys are behind you, a lady experiencing hot flashes is on your right. The guy in front of you is wearing stilettos that are four inches tall and the guy to your left tells you about every five minutes that he’s “been waiting a long time for this.” As if I haven’t been waiting five years to see Adam Lambert perform with Queen in an amphitheater somewhere in Maryland. Puh-lease. The best kind of concerts are the concerts that are filled with the strangest kinds of people, because all of the sudden Adam Lambert is there in a gold-studded jacket singing “Who Wants to Live Forever” and we’re all crying and taking blurry pictures and singing our own off-key version as Adam holds his sparkling microphone out to the crowd.
The other thing about concerts is that it is a very sad thing when they are over. Sometimes you’re standing there and someone spilled beer on you an hour ago and the couple in front of you is making out and you’re just like please get me out of here but then there are those concerts where all you see are the lights and all you hear is the music and then Queen + Adam Lambert perform the final song and walk offstage and you stand there like wait come back how on earth is it over already and then for the whole week following you refuse to listen to anything but “Bohemian Rhapsody” and “Killer Queen.”
The thing about last night was that it was the Queen + Adam Lambert concert in Maryland and I was there with my best friend and concert buddy and we were in the very front and we cried and sang and it was the best night. The thing about four years ago on August 29th was that my best friend and concert buddy were sitting in the fourth row of an amphitheater crying and singing with the Jonas Brothers, and the the thing about that is we are older and cooler and closer and prettier and more mature and more competent now then we were four years ago, but we still love concerts and we are still fangirls to the core.
The thing about being 20 that nobody ever told me was that it’s okay to be a little crazy sometimes. It’s okay to still love the same things you loved when you were a freshmen in high school and it’s okay if your room is still messy and if sometimes the wonderful idea you had of making dinner results in burnt rice and dry chicken. You have new responsibilities and yes, by now you should have perfected the art of smiling and nodding in the way that grown ups do, but it doesn’t mean you have to go out and buy prescription sunglasses or assume Mr. Right is just around the corner and that before you know it you'll find yourself married, never to fangirl ever again (more on Mr. Right later, though...I have much to say on the subject.) Just be the you that you have always been. You’ll never have it all the way together, and the thing about being 20 that nobody ever told me is that’s okay.
So keep loving One Direction, don’t be afraid to admit that Capri Sun is the best drink out there, pay your phone bill, and don’t forget to do what makes you smile every once in a while. The world would be a better place if we realize that we’re never really all the way grown up until we’re dead. That’s sort of depressing. I wonder if I should delete that last part. Whatever. We all know that the whole point of this blog post is that Adam Lambert was five feet away from me last night, so take it or leave it.
Love Always
