Me: I don't want to sound selfish, and you know I have never asked anything like this before, but seriously: This is a miracle, something I was positive would never happen, and it just has to be all about ME.
Greg: I know, sweetie.
Me: Remember me telling you how Adam Ant would never tour again? With his mental illness and all that? I just can't believe it's happening. He's almost 60!
Greg: I remember.
Me: Even if I decide I need to do something that seems strange, like run in the second the doors open and then just sit and stare at the empty stage for an hour, you'll support me and do whatever I want. Okay?
Me: And if I have to weep for a while, what will you do?
Greg: I will put my arm around you and let you cry.
Me: And if I have to weep for a while again later?
Me: And you won't get weirded out by my weeping?
Greg: I love your weirdness. Do I need to put tissues in my pocket?
Me: No, I'm taking a small purse.
Greg: Got it.
Me: I mean, he's doing mostly old punky songs! The ones nobody's ever heard of, the b-sides and the ones from Jubilee. I seriously can't even believe it.
Greg: I know, I'm excited too, I really like those songs.
Me: (tearing up) I know you do, and it just means so much to me to have you there with me and to share it with you.
Greg: It means a lot to me too.
Me: This part is very important, okay? I don't know what it will be like, if our seats will be up against a barrier, or if we can go right up to the edge of the stage, or if most people will stay in their seats or what.
Greg: Sweetie, we have front row center.
Me: I know, but what if there's a space in front of the seats and people go in front of us? We can't let that happen! I will be right up against either the stage or the barrier, in the very center, right in front of Adam, regardless. Okay?
Me: And you will be right behind me, and you'll brace your arms on either side of me if people are pushing and shoving. Right?
Me: And if there are short people right behind you who might have trouble seeing, do we care?
Greg: No, this is your day and you are the only one who matters.
Me: That is correct. And if the concert t-shirts are horribly expensive and overpriced?
Greg: We'll buy two, one for you and one for me.
Me: (tearing up)