Nick and I both have a tendency to bring work worries home. We don’t take the stress out on each other per se, but I cannot deny the taciturn coexistence that settles over the evening every now and then. Since work is so heavy during the week, we try to have fun once the weight lifts for the weekend. We schedule a few weekend getaways every year to enjoy life with each other—we went to Chicago last weekend.
We typically visit Chicago every year but missed the trip last year for some reason. (I think the problem was that we stayed in Schaumburg and got all snagged up in IKEA…I don’t think we had much of a budget left to hit The Magnificent Mile!) I love going to Chicago for a couple days, but I’m always ready to come home. I can’t live with that level of frenzy around the clock!
This year’s trip was inspired by Elton John tickets. I think you probably know by now that I am a huge Elton John fan. Levon gives me chills every time I hear “He was born a pauper to a pawn on a Christmas Day…” It holds a certain Cat’s in the Cradle-esqueness for me…the reminder to pay attention to the important things before it’s too late. Anyway, Nick brought it to my attention as soon as the tour stop in Madison was announced…despite the fact that he’s rather indifferent to Sir Elton’s music. That’s love, folks.
He even took some video with his phone:
Since the concert was a Thursday night and I’m old (read: I need much more sleep to function), I scheduled vacation for the next day. I wanted the day off solely to sleep in, but the rest of the vacation day was going to be a bit of a waste…so why not go to Chicago for the weekend instead? Why not indeed.
Do you think I can link out to much more in this post? I think that’s a sign of the ADD taking over, so I’ll have to continue this story another day. For now, I can tell you that I absolutely loved seeing Elton John again…and I will go to his concerts as often as I can. I am so awed by his talent. If there was just one thing I would go back and change in my life, it would be that I give more of my young life to learning how to make music. Since I cannot go back, I deeply, deeply appreciate those who can.
Is it ever too late to learn?