I gave my voice to Jason Mraz.

Well folks, what more can I say...when I arrived home from the amazing, wonderful, can't complain at all, fabulous, better than I could have imagined concert, I had very little voice and a lot of energy!
Rolene and David came into town to watch the kids for Chris and I to attend the show, but there was a small change of plans. Due to dramatic work changes that occurred the morning before, (the likes of which are too huge to address at this point), Chris couldn't make the concert. It was sad, I practically begged him to try to attend, but it just couldn't happen. Luckily, because Jason Mraz was still involved in the mix, it was still a great anniversary gift!
I took my friend Tera Thatcher with me, one: because she's fantastic, two: because she was also a fan of Mr. A-Z. Tera and I left at about 5:00pm after Rolene had taught me the proper way to dress for a concert, and after David kept reminding me to wear close-toed shoes. What can I say, I'm a rookie at this whole concert thing, and I kept telling them that I was going to dance, and jump, and probably embarrass myself in some form. They prepared me well.
We got to the venue early enough for me to buy a shirt, a few buttons, and another CD by the man. I made sure to bring enough pocket change to accommodate such purchases, and to be honest, was willing to buy anything they offered, as long as it said Jason Mraz somewhere on it.
The interesting thing about this whole thing...I'm really not a star-struck kind of person. On occasion, here in the desert we see celebrities at golf tournaments or at restaurants and I really don't get that excited. In fact, I prefer to leave them alone. I'm not necessarily impressed by "fame." But, I tell you what, I entered this concert environment and was geniunely nervous to see Jason Mraz in 15 feet away from me.
When he came out onto the stage, my heart started beating wildly, I couldn't stop from jumping up and down, and truly became flustered! How dare that girl stand in between me and Jason?! How dare that microphone block my perfectly good line of sight? I mean, I just couldn't contain myself! I was singing, dancing, and would've totally embarrassed my husband if he were there. (I did have my faculties about me though, lest you think I acted crazily.) But, I'll admit, at several points during the concert, I pondered whether or not it would be worth it to try to jump on the stage and risk jail time. This was an odd and exhilarating feeling.

Now, I know that it's odd, maybe even awkward that I keep calling Jason Mraz my new BFF, but let me just tell you what happened...he totally talked to me. Sure there were 3000 other people attending his personal serenade to me, but he spoke to me. Let me set the stage, if you will...
Jason, (yes, we're on a first name basis), began to play one of his magical songs, when I noticed that he had started the song incorrectly (it's unfortunate that I know his music so well as to pick up on this mistake.) He stopped his band after the first line, and said something to the effect of: "I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight knowing that I started this song off incorrectly, let me start it over.." He handled it brilliantly, of course. Well, there were a few seconds before he started the song again, and I could totally tell that he wanted to hear from me. So, while there was a silent moment in the time from the rest of the audience, I, very politely and with great dignity yelled: "Take your time Jason!" (Now, remember that I'm only in the fifth row.) He looked out into the audience and through a chuckle said: "Well, thank you! Thank you, I will!"
Tera looked at me with eyes wide open and said: "He totally talked to you!" I, then, of course, with great maturity, squealed and said "I know, I know!" The other people around me congratulated me as well and totally gave me credit! What can I say, Jason Mraz practically begged me to be his #1 fan at this moment and his new BFF! Done.
It was wonderful, I loved every second, I sang every word, and now can say:
Been There, Done That, Bought the T-Shirt!....(and the buttons, and the CD.)
When I came home, I told Chris, Rolene, and David all about my new adventure at a concert and I'm pretty sure I squealed when I told the story about my new BFF. I didn't get my voice back for a week. It was totally worth it!