I have liked Third Eye Blind since….7th or 8th grade I think. I met two of my best friends in middle school, and TEB reminds me of all the fun times we had together. Kristy, Kristen and I… summer at Kristen’s grandma’s house, swimming in the pool, riding in the golf cart through the woods, talking about boys…really good memories.
Oddly enough, I have never seen them live. When I first started listening to them, I wasn’t really into going to concerts, and when I did start going to concerts, I was listening to different music and set Third Eye Blind off to the side. But now that I’m an adult, I just like what I like, old or new. So when I heard they were coming to town, I knew I had to get tickets. They had come to Detroit last year (I think) and I remember seeing my friend’s pictures on Instagram and being super jealous. I invited my two girlfriends that I mentioned earlier, but only Kristy was able to go, plus our guys. We agreed to buy tickets for main floor, but like the procrastinator I am, I waited too long and had to buy the more expensive mezzanine seats. We hoped that we would be able to “stub down” as we have in the past–ok, ok, I know it’s not the most honest thing to do, but there it is, sometimes we do it.
Kristy hadn’t seen our new apartment yet, so I gave her directions and we agreed to meet there so that she could see it. I forgot to tell her how to get out of the parking structure via elevator; she found out, as I did the first time I parked there, that the stairs don’t lead into the apartment building, but out onto a side street. Kind of alarming the first time it happens. I met her and her boyfriend at the elevator, and asked if they would ride down with me to the floor where the laundry was. I needed to get my clothes from the dryer but figured I could show them a little bit more of the building while we were at it. Then we went up to the apartment and showed them around. We went out onto the balcony, and they had the same reaction that most of our friends have had; slight anxiety at the height and standing too close to the cement guardwall. But they enjoyed the view, which I have to admit is the best part.
We got our coats on and headed over to Centaur Bar for a pre-show drink. I ordered a Toasted Almond Martini and B got a beer. We also ordered a couple small plates, blackened shrimp and blackened chicken rolls. I liked the martini but I should have known I wouldn’t want to drink the whole thing. It was strong (for me) and I’m not very good at sipping drinks, which is probably why I prefer beer. The food was really good, especially the sriracha ranch. We had good conversation and decided to head over to the Fillmore. Fortunately, Kristy and her boyfriend were really understanding and let us use their tickets to get into the mainfloor with them.
The show was really good; they played a lot of the songs I was hoping to hear and they sounded good live. Whenever the frontman talks to the crowd about how great they are, I love it—but at the same time I always think, “you probably say that to every city you visit.” Even though I know that it’s probably not 100% original or even sincere, I still like it. Especially since we’re Detroit, and I think Detroit probably is pretty special and unique compared to a lot of other places around the country.
We had a few drinks and I got some good QT in with my friend. B and Kristy’s boyfriend probably didn’t have the best time they’ve ever had, but they were good sports and stayed positive.
After that we walked back to the apartment (ah, the benefits of living downtown), said our goodbyes and parted ways for the night.
Until next time,