Last night Dan and I got to go to an impromptu outdoor concert at Red Butte Garden for the band Thievery Corporation. They're sort of an electric/lounge/reggae group from DC, and I really enjoyed the vibe and variety of their show, but I also enjoyed that the whole thing was free, a bonus to the picture of life, because I didn't feel obligated to participate in the show in any particular way. I didn't feel like I "had to get my money's worth." I just took what I liked, did as I pleased, clapped when it was deserved. After dancing around like a fool much to the giddy embarrassment of Dan, we just sat down and let the people dance around us, while we looked up and talked about the stars. In the muffling of dancing bodies around our little blanket planet, you could almost forget where you were, and just enjoy being on earth on a summer night. It was a rather perfect moment.
The only question I have to add to this is, Why do we get so excited when bands say the name of our city? "I'M FROM THERE! YEEEAH!" or "HE'S TALKING TO ME, BECAUSE WE ARE ALL SALT LAKE CITY!" or perhaps "I HAVE ALSO BEEN TO THAT PLACE THAT YOU MENTION!" either way, it created quite a joyous kerfuffle last night. multiple times. I didn't mind.