Get Me To The Greek...Sort Of
This picture almost didn’t happen, for a variety of different reasons.
About a year ago, my husband Ben had heard from my friend that 3EB was going to play at our Alma Mater - University of Dubuque’s homecoming and asked if I wanted to go.
At this point it had been about 15 years since I really listened to them and only owned the Blue album. But the first thing out of my mouth was hell yeah I wanted to go! The school never had anyone cool play at homecoming before, so I wasn’t going to pass that up. So as soon as tickets came on sale, I bought some.
Scoring VIP tickets (obstacle #1)
A few weeks before the show, I got a call from Ben saying he had a surprise. We were getting upgraded to VIP tickets and we were going to meet the band! I was at work at the time so I was like trying to contain my excitement and not squeal like a little girl so I said, “Oh cool!” Years ago, my husband actually worked in the Alumni department at the university, so he knew a lady that still worked there who offered to give us her VIP tickets and trade for the ones we bought! This also meant we would be able to sit with our friends who also had VIP tickets, so that was great. Always more fun when you can be with friends!
Actually getting to the show (obstacle #2)
Normally a drive from Cedar Rapids to Dubuque only takes about an hour. It took us over twice that long that day. My husband had been dealing with a kidney stone issue for awhile and had a procedure a few days before. Without going into detail, I’ll just say we had to stop many times, including a few off a gravel road. I felt so bad he was in a lot of pain. As we finally got into Dubuque, I asked him if he was going to be able to make it or if I was going to have to take him to the hospital instead. After the last stop at a grocery store, holding back tears, I said which is it? And to his credit that tough SOB said, “Go to the venue, I’m going to get you to the show.” So as we pulled up to the concert hall, I dropped him off and parked the car. I went to find our tickets and assumed he disappeared into the bathroom again. I found our friends and a few minutes later Ben appears and said he felt completely fine! Perfect timing because the show was about to start.
The concert was fantastic, of course, and after 16 years since my first time seeing them they blew me away. I also got to hear the lyrics to Slow Motion for the first time, which was something else, and hearing Why Can’t You Be for the first time ever had me giggling. I absolutely adored how they ended the show, which I later found out was Bonfire. Stephan unplugged his guitar, motioned for us to shush. Not a sound from the audience as he strummed those chords. As we sang those notes, together as one, they slowly walked off stage.
We ran upstairs to get in line for the meet and greet. All abuzz from the show, we were anxiously waiting for our turn to say hello. I was too shy and nervous to say anything but hi and shake hands. I wasn’t even fully aware that Stephan had his hand on my shoulder! We weren’t allowed to take our own photos, but there was a photographer there and the university was going to upload them all to their website in a few weeks. Those couple of weeks felt like forever! Finally after checking their website everyday, I saw a link posted for the concert - so excited! I went through it...what the? I went through it again...sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach growing. Where the hell is our photo??? Seriously everyone else was on there except Ben and I. Was this some sick joke? When I mentioned before about my husband working at the university...well, they had also let him go. We thought they purposely left off the photo in spite. So Ben called the lady that gave us the tickets and told her it was missing. Not sure how, but magically a few days later the link was reloaded and tada! The photo was there!
What almost ended in disaster turned out to be an unforgettable night. They say a picture is worth a thousand words...this one definitely is