Elise and I "danced" to the Shins tonight. She's really into trying to mimic what we do these days, and she loves it when I clap my hands to music--she just bounces and sways and I'm thrilled that she's responding to it. Listening to the Shins reminded me of when I had the pleasure of seeing them in concert in early 2007. They played two sold out nights in Lawrence, at Liberty Hall, and my ridiculous ex-husband insisted on accompanying me to the show, despite his indifference to this wonderful band, claiming he just "liked going to shows." I allowed him to go, thinking what a waste it was that I had this highly coveted ticket and at least 5 friends who would love to have it, and was taking someone who didn't really care. But, I felt obligated.
I swear, its the sum of these little things that made me divorce him.
He was a huge stick in the mud the whole time. I, meanwhile, was so excited and wanted to share the excitement with someone else. Like, someone who knows when my favorite song is on, or knows any of the songs and can sing along. He was a smug butt the whole night.
As we were leaving, something magical happened: the day had been cold and rainy, and while we were in the concert, it turned to snow. Not just a little snow, a thick coat of snow, and enormous flakes were falling as we exited the venue, creating the softest, quietest, most beautiful denouement to an awesomely loud, epic rock concert. It took my breath away--and he refused to share it with me. Refused to acknowledge that he had any fun at all. Refused to let me revel in what was a magical night for me. He was the definition of a turd, and my joy melted as fast as a snowflake on a hotplate.
I don't miss him. I've heard some horrible stories of how he's treated friends lately, and the consequences of said actions, and it gives me a little bit of satisfaction that people are seeing the side of him that I saw (finally.) I feel like a disgusting person for feeling this way (the satisfaction, that is) but its very hard not to, in light of *everything.*
I wish I would have shared the show with Danny. I will re-write that in my memory right now.
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And tell us about that magical show and how YOU felt in your next Blog entry, pleeeeeaaaase! Isn't that what really matters. How was that fantastic Mandy Moment? No one can take that from you. :)
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