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Stephan Fucking Jenkins is right FUCKING next to me.

Stephan Fucking Jenkins is right FUCKING next to me.

So, in June 2009 Third Eye Blind played Showbox Sodo in Seattle. Ever since becoming obsessed with them earlier, I never miss a show. 

Red Star had come out the year before, but Third Eye Blind hadn’t played in Seattle in A HOT DANG MINUTE, and the internet had come to a place where you could dirty download and look up songs that didn't appear on the well-worn cd’s I had kept for years.

A few years earlier, I had gotten my first MP3 player, and uploaded all my favorite tracks in this new thing called a play list, and I could listen JUST Third Eye Blind OVER AND OVER AGAIN.

There’s a spot I always stand at 3EB concerts- Well I’m not going to tell you duh, it’s my spot. So that’s where I was, my newly minted BF didn't mind that I go stand up there for all the opening acts, because it’s my spot and that’s where I like to stand. (It’s the same spot at other concerts I’ve seen SJ riding a bike backstage, I’ve gotten the what’s up nod from Brad after he liked my Halloween costume (a crystal baller) where I've gotten set list, picks, taken BAD ASS CONCERT PHOTOS, cried my eyes out, screamed my lungs out, and most of all rocked my brains out. But like I said, it’s my special spot, sorry, it’s a secret, Brad knows where I am :)

Courtesy: Nichole Sams

So, there’s this band, Low Vs Diamonds that are opening for them, normally I’m not a fan of opening bands, because I want to get straight down to the goods, but this band… this band was REALLY good, and we were marveling over how good they are. The lights are out and they are really giving a good show. Suddenly, I look to my left, and there stands Stephan Fucking Jenkins right fucking next to me… Now mind you, I'm not really one to get star struck, but this is the man in charge of writing the sound track to my life, sometimes I think he knows the thoughts in my head better than anyone else.

*Side note a couple weeks earlier, I had just seen a dermatologist because I had blood vessel burst in my cheek, and it really bothered me this GIANT red blotch on my face, and they told me it would have to be lasered, but would probably not ever go all the way away)

Courtesy: Nichole Sams

So, he’s standing there, and I walk over and all I can muster is, “Hi! can we take a picture together?” (this is back in the day before there was this thing called a selfie, and you took pictures with you know, a camera lol) He puts his hands around my waist, and pulls me in this close and our bodies are fully pressed against one another, and his lips touch my ear and he said “If we take a picture right now, everyone will see us, and we won’t be able to watch this band play, is it okay if we just sit and watch this band play together?” I just nodded, not 100% used to having my body pressed against a stranger (but is he really a stranger?)

Courtesy: Nichole Sams

So, there we stood like that for a couple songs, swaying to the music, it felt like a lifetime in a dream. He kissed my hand and said goodbye. It was amazing, somehow intimate and wholesome at the same time, and if my BF (lol now husband of 8 years) wasn't there as a witness, I would have thought I had a seizure and it was all a dream, but yep he was there witnessing it all (lol and not interrupting or messing it up for me) sometimes I ask, did that really happen, and yep it sure did. I don't have a picture from that night with him, but I’ve got the memory etched in my mind…

Seriously I’ll be the old lady from titanic at 90 telling the story from that one Third Eye Blind concert.

Courtesy: Nichole Sams

To add a little extra in, we went to the afterparty that night with the band, but Stephan wasn't there, but we did get to meet Brad and HE WAS AWESOME, and I'm pretty sure we talked about wiener dogs. (LOVE YOU BRAD)

Courtesy: Nichole Sams

That night I went to bed with the concert still ringing in my ears, and I swore I would NEVER wash my hand in that spot again. The next morning, I woke up and the blood vessel on my face had COMPLETELY DISAPPEARED. That’s right, Stephan Jenkins’ kiss is the fountain of youth that Ponce De Leon was looking for…

*Sigh*

Summer, Your Ripped Jeans Are Torn. First Show. New Hampshire

Summer, Your Ripped Jeans Are Torn. First Show. New Hampshire

Why this matters so much to me. - Stephan Jenkins

Why this matters so much to me. - Stephan Jenkins

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