Due to, apparently, Wedding Thieves, I had to choose a security question for one of our registries this afternoon. As I scrolled through the options to find my usual choice, I noticed a new one: what was your first concert?
I haven’t been to one, I thought. Concerts weren’t something I thought of spending my money on. For one thing, I was raised largely on Disney and Broadway soundtracks, so the closest thing I had to seeing those songs in person was Beauty and the Beast On Ice or going up to the 5th Avenue Theatre in Seattle. For another, I didn’t notice advertisements for bands. In high school, when two of my friends got Death Cab For Cutie tickets, I was utterly baffled by the idea that a band whose name I
barely recognized would be nearby.
Then later this evening I suddenly remembered sophomore year, when I was helping the Engineer unpack his new apartment and dancing around to the Love and Theft album I had just bought. A few days later, the Engineer said, “So do you want to go to CampusFest?”
“W…why?” (This was not a normal activity for him to suggest.)
“Love and Theft are playing.”
In that case, sign me up.
It was actually pretty fun, crammed onto our campus mall with a bunch of other students, dancing around to the songs (one of which is still “our song”).
And then there was last year, when the Engineer’s sister came to visit because Chase Bryant was coming for a concert. The Engineer bought our tickets and entered a raffle for a meet-and-greet. “There are only five people entered right now, so you’ll probably win,” they told him.
The meet-and-greet was rapidfire and not that fun, but swing dancing on the edges of the room till we were breathless was great.
And I just now remembered that the Commodore and some friends and I went to a One Republic/Sara Bareilles concert at the beginning of sophomore year for a friend’s birthday.
So my initial response to the security question was wrong. But considering I can’t seem to remember any of these concerts, it still wouldn’t be a great password protector.