First post...

So, blogging...

I guess this is just me introducing myself to the reading public, whoever is out there.

So, I was thinking about it the other day, and I was trying to figure out what my moment of perfect contentedness (probably not a word, but I am going to with it) was.

So, here is what I figured out, and if you are not into this reading for the long haul, bail out now, trust me.

Anyway, on October 14, 2005, I got out of UNC for my first ever fall break. It was a good time. Anyway, for about a month and a half leading up to fall break, I had been looking forward to the night of the 14th in that it was when I was going to Wilmington to see Norma Jean play in concert.

For those of you who don't know, they are one of if not my favorite band.

So, I got out of class at 2:50. I ran back to my dorm, grabbed my things, loaded them into my car, and hit the road. It was a 3 hour drive to Wilmington and the show started at 7, so if I had it timed right and I didn't get lost or hit traffic then I would be fine.

So, I drive to Wilmington, and get to a public parking lot that is behind the concert hall. I get out, pay for parking, put the recept in my wallet and walk to the line for the show.

When Norma Jean comes on stage, I am in a feeling of ultimate bliss. Here I was, in a packed concert hall in Wilmington, and I am only three feet away from my favorite band.

And the start their show with my favorite song, Disconecktie.

The following hour was one of the best times of my life.

I was roughed up, slammed against the stage, pushed, pulled, and loved every minute of it.

Just being there to support my favorite band was one of the greatest moments of my life as it was just me wrapped in the music that they were playing.

I left that concert bruised, deaf, unable to talk cause I had been screaming my voice out, an I didn't have a complaint in the world.

So, I leave the concert and get to my car and find it with a boot on a rear tire and a 65 dollar parking ticket on it. Becasue I had not put my parking recept in the car, I had the ticket.

Thankfully, the guy who gave me the ticket was still in the parking lot and he let me go without paying the ticket when I showed him the parking recept, so all was well.

Anyway, when I arrived at my beach house just south of Wilmington to stay the night, I was able to reflect on the concert and realized something.

THAT WAS THE BEST TIME OF MY LIFE!!!