The quest nears its end

Driving home from mutual the other night, I was listening to the 80's station.

Like most girls in the 80's, I loved Bryan Adams. My girlfriends and I used to sigh and go to la la land when we heard his music. My mom did too. On Friday nights when my brothers and sister were out on dates, my mom and I would watch "Friday Night Videos" and dance. We jumped all over the living room. That's where I get it.

I've seen quite a few concerts over the years but for some reason Bryan Adams seemed to elude me.

The day he came to Portland, I was flying to Japan for an exchange program. When I left Tokyo, he was flying there to perform. The next summer when he came again, I went to visit relatives in San Antonio. One summer I went to Connecticut and he was performing the evening I flew in. My friends tried to get tickets but they were sold out. They got me Tom Petty instead which was an awesome show and one of my faves. But, while I was in Connecticut I was missing his show back home. A few years went by and it was the same thing -I kept missing his concerts. We were like two ships that pass in the night or somehow the stars hadn't lined up or any other lame cliche.

Until now. (said with movie trailer voice)

A little envelope awaited me in the mailbox today. Upon opening, I realized I wasn't going to miss this concert- knock on wood- and I made sure the tickets were not dated April 1st. I would finally hear the live version of those songs that melted the hearts of girls everywhere. My thoughts transported me back to high school where I would dance with this cute boy at the school dances after a home game...little did I know then, that boy would become my husband and would be the one to help me end this quest 20 years later.

Now, on to U2. Rock on!