June 24th, 2012
Since the move, I’ve made it my mission to carpe a few more diems. Most of the time, this involves doing fun stuff with my kids. This weekend, for example, we drove to Cincinnati to spend the day at the zoo on Friday then spent all of Saturday romping at our church’s Vacation Bible School.
But I seized Saturday night for myself and joined my husband at Ichthus.
No, no. Although you can be forgiven for mistaking Ichthus for a sneeze, it is actually a big Christian music festival that is held each year at a rolling farm not far from our new home. Hubs grew up attending the festivities and credits his experiences there with sending him on his path to ordained ministry.
Me? I’m not really a concert-goer. In fact, I have now been to a total of four “real” concerts in my 30 years of life. I saw a Newsboys show in high school, randomly went to some indie festival with a friend in high school, and was generously gifted tickets to a U2 concert in Pittsburgh last fall.
And that’s pretty much it. But two of my favorite artists were closing out the festival Saturday night, and I wanted to go…
…until I heard that the closing act didn’t start until 9:40pm.
Um, hello? That’s my bedtime.
Right. And so, that’s me, rocking out to Tenth Avenue North. I went into the concert an admirer of that group and came out a rabid fan. My only (massive) disappointment is that they tweaked the start time of the show and I managed to be in the bathroom when they started their set. And, naturally, they kicked off with my most favorite song. Which I missed.
But I digress. The point is that I took advantage of an opportunity to spend an awesome evening with my husband jamming to music I love under a gorgeous star-filled Kentucky sky. And I was even in bed by midnight.
I shot some video that I was going to share…until I remembered seeing a sign that informed me such activities were technically illegal. So you’re just going to have to use your imagination.