I saw Kygo one Saturday at Navy Pier in Chicago.
If you don’t know who Kygo is, well, take a deep breath because your life is about to change. I’ll let you start with these and then you can take the reins:
While guiding this past summer, it was like I was sponsored by Kygo. I forced every single group I had to listen–and love–his music, and now I’m doing it to you guys. I think my technique has gone pretty well because one of my former passengers is now seeing him in concert in London! If only he knew of my dedication, we’d probably be married.
I honestly have no idea how I became obsessed; all I know now is that I can never NOT love Kygo. We’ve been through a lot, you know? He’s accompanied me through all the highs and lows of tour guiding, I’ve supported him in his early days; every single one of his songs takes me back to driving for hours on end, every time he sees a rabid fan girl reminds him of me–there’s no dissolving a mutually beneficial relationship like that.
I used my remaining budget to eat fondue
You know how I’m trying to be a responsible and budget, aka take the fun out of getting a paycheck in the first place? I don’t know if responsible adults do this, but I spent what’s left of my available money on cheese fondue. It’d been a whole 2 weeks since I ate anything dairy–and it’s MELTED CHEESE! The only type of cheese that tops melted cheese is probably burnt cheese, or am I the only one that has put a slice of cheese in a skillet to burn? This broke both my budget and my scale but I have absolutely no regrets because it was amazing bread coated in the best cheese ever at this place in Chicago called Quartino, an Italian tapas-style restaurant. We were surrounded by established adults and felt so adult doing adult things. Later, we’d laugh at our entire night because we’d go from being with established adult to being with people who were still living the fake ID life.
I remembered I have a love/hate relationship with concerts
Back in the day, I had this whole phase where I was a ~festival-goer~. Even part of my blog tagline said something like “fucking loves going to concerts.” (Michelle, you’ve been to 3 festivals. That, by no means, makes you a Festival-Goer.)
As we stood there for 3.5 hours before Kygo got on stage, I had plenty of time to take stock of my feelings now for concerts.
Reasons I love concerts:
- Seeing the artist in person
- That deafening, ear-ringing volume you can’t really get at home
- Excuse to elbow people freely
Reasons I hate concerts:
Weekends are not just a blur
After we said (temporary) goodbyes, I boarded the 2:40 train for my hour-long journey home. Like any other Sunday, I’d woken up around 11AM, rolled around for a bit, and scrounged around for some food. However, unlike every Sunday, where I feel like I’m trying to stop a treadmill from working, I felt content. Sated.
I’ve always understood that “time flies when you’re having fun,” and have been under the impression that in order for time to slow down, I need to be stiller. So there have been weekends where I camp in front of the TV to feel every single second of the weekend tick by. But come Monday, I’d feel restless in knowing that nothing was added to my life.
Now, after such a full weekend, I’ve come to realize that the weekend is going to slip away no matter how hard I try to stop it. However, by squeezing as much activity into the weekends, I’m able to feel ready to greet another Monday.
How do you like to spend your weekends?
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