Oh, Atlanta Believe it or not, on Thursday in Atlanta I woke to my alarm, and talked Caylee through her walk to her bus. It really did happen!
We got food and headed for the Philips Arena. We walked around and saw the line for the pit, about a dozen people, and then searched outside for the RED Tour’s entourage of parked buses and semi-trailers. We were totally confused when we didn’t find anything. No vehicles, no buses, no trucks, no fans… Nothing.
So we returned to the pit line and sat down on the floor.
As Caylee had regular tickets, I told Madison and Anna Grace to stick with me so they could get to what they saw as being the best pit spots. We passed through security and with every person we encountered, from the ticket scanner to the wristband distributor, we managed to get exactly where we wanted to. I, anyway, wasn’t disappointed and I hope Madison and Anna Grace, who vanished into the rummage that is pit, had a great show too.
However, in retrospect, my being a little further down would’ve been even better and I might’ve gotten a Happy Birthday Shout-Out. Although I had a wonderful time, I’ll probably never be fully satisfied. Am I doomed to always think, it would have been a little better if only I’d done this or that…? That’s not good, that way lies constant dissatisfaction.
Secret song I’ve now, officially, given up holding my breath waiting for the night’s secret song. Yes, I still have songs I’m dying to hear but, let me face it, I’m lucky to have heard the songs I’ve already heard. Even hearing some of them again — such as hearing Should’ve Said No again this first night in Atlanta — isn’t gonna kill me.
In Philips Arena that first night, a rumor circulated that Hunter Hayes was going to be Taylor’s special guest. I thought it possible as he and Carrie Underwood were playing in Augusta the next day.
Then, after Sparks Fly ended and the stage went black, I was more than a little surprised and, frankly, a lot bummed when he didn’t appear. (Later I found out that he’d been in the sound booth, but I am still confounded that he didn’t sing. The world may never know why not.)
That night there was no surprise guest.
But then, a few minutes later, I saw Claire Callaway, a Taylor ex-dancer and guitarist Grant Mickelson’s girlfriend, with her daughter, Lulu, in the pit as well!
I was desperate to go over and say hi, but I was so afraid it would bother them that every time I went to do it, I chickened out.
Then, by the time I got up the nerve, they were gone. MAJOR BUMMER!
The show ended with confetti falling, some of which I liberated, natch!
I then located Caylee. As usual we were starving, so we went in search of food.
We met up with Caylee’s friends from Nashville and ate at the Tacomac, right next to the arena. I had a salad and hummus. We gave our waiter, who was very funny but a little slow with service, a Taylor guitar pick. It didn’t help but, then again, we were all rather impatient as we just wanted to get back to the hotel. And sleep.
Stress, again I must admit that I am a little stressed about my next few days.
I don’t yet have tickets for tomorrow, Friday, here in Atlanta, or Saturday in Tampa.
I have to check out of the hotel tomorrow by noon and I’ll have to beg them to hold my stuff until after the concert. After the concert I’ll have to haul my butt back to the hotel, get my stuff, and then run to catch the 12:25am bus to Tampa.
Even if spending my birthday on a eight-hour bus ride on my lonesome was a tad boring, it was so nice to be able to celebrate with Taylor and Caylee the next day, an experience I will never ever have again.
The stress is worth it, just to be participating in these shows. It’s a different experience every single day and I love every single second of it all. Even when I’m complaining!
Thanks for reading, thanks for caring.
“This isn’t flying, this is falling with style”
I’ll be blogging all the way through the RED Tour, Facebooking, and Tweeting (or @tswiftontour).
I’ve opened an email account — CCWTS13@gmail.com — which, if you want, you can use to send stories and photos to that you think will be of interest to Swifties. We could even open an album!