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was ah-frickin’-mazing.

Photo from Show Me Your Heart.

I’ll never forget:

• Seeing Marcus come on stage to perform with Dawes. I’m not proud of the hysterical fangirl squeel/scream I made when he first appeared. I didn’t know I could make that sound. I was mentally prepared to see them when they were officially announced, but was caught off guard by seeing him early with Dawes.
• Being such a sobbing, cathartic mess after half the songs that I couldn’t even clap or cheer.
• How much our campsite ROCKED. We lucked out, big time.
• The physical exhaustion, hunger, and sunburn that was all worth it.
• Timshel. No one thought they’d play it. I just about died when they did.

Quick recap:

• To the girl on extasy whose flailing arms continuously blocked my mumfview and who mistakenly thought “Timshel” was good rave music, fuck you.
• To the 4 tallest people at the concert who squeezed in front of us right when M&S took the stage, fuck you.
• To the sun that refused to set, fuck you.

• To Ben Lovett, for DJing “The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air” theme song at the after party, less than 10 feet from me, rock on.
• To the woman who I’m 99% sure was Lovett’s girlfriend, whom I happened to be standing behind: When you walked off, he kept looking over to see if you were back yet and would meet my awkward fangirl gaze instead, so thanks for enabling a stalk WIN.
• To my boyfriend who said we should switch phones so I’d have a smartphone with which to take pics at the concert or afterparty, you were right. Bummer I didn’t listen.
• To the taco vendor lady who let me buy plain tomatoes from her under the table, thanks, you rock.
• To the vendor(s) who let me steal meltey ice water from the tubs to refill my bottle, thanks.
• To the meltey ice water germs, thanks for being cool and not killing me.
• To all the people who lent sunscreen, thanks.
• To the shuttle bus driver that drove us all the way back to our campsite when we forgot our after-party passes, you rock.
• To the solar system, for providing a meteor shower Saturday night—as if it could get any more epic, thanks.
• And finally, to plaid, for being the official sponsor of the Gentlemen of the Road Tour, thanks. Without your support, 60% of the audience and performers might actually have to wear solids.

Thought I would find a way to gab more about M&S by disguising it as a food post.

I’ll save all the fangirl details for another post, but basically the concert was amazing. Totally worth the ridiculously shaped sunburn on my back and that negative sign in my bank account.

To keep things on the cheap, we decided to camp at the local city park instead of getting a hotel room. Fortunately, my concert buddy and I are both the roughin’-it types, so it worked out great, and I think I would’ve opted for camping again even if I had the money to spring for a hotel room. I also packed all my food for the weekend rather than blow tons of cash eating out or at the concert vendors.

This was my game day breakfast: Banana, tomato, plain full-fat yogurt with honey swirled in, water, and homemade trail mix. Shockingly, minus the trail mix, this is a pretty typical meal for me when I’m not making something fancy for my family/friends or the blog. Simple food, easy to pack.

Gentlemen of the Road Trail Mix:

1 part each of:

• Whatever you can find in your cabinet
• Roasted pecans
• Walnuts
• Raisins
• Craisins
• Sunflower Seeds
• Unsweetened banana chips
• Dark chocolate chips

1. Mix and eat while crying to this song.

OMG, I just did it! I just bought my ticket for the Bristol stopover. This feels unreal. I’m actually going to see them live.
I need to breathe and let this sink in.

So, does anyone from the mumfamily wanna carpool and split gas from Atlanta to Bristol? I’m not a serial killer, don’t smoke, and love M&S. Do you need more credentials than that?

FYI, be prepared for this for the entire car ride there:

Oh and for my foodie followers, sorry for the fangirlism. I’ll get back to your regularly scheduled, edible broadcasting once these feels subside.

I’m currently flat broke. Is seeing Mumford and Sons in concert (Bristol) worth going into debt over? I’m taking out student loans soon, so debt is something with which I’m about to become very familiar. What’s a little more on top of 5k a semester? If I don’t go, am I going to look back in a decade and regret that I let less than $100 stop me from doing something amazing? Gaahh.

Is there a way to make a blogroll where I can choose which blogs show up, rather than showing everyone I follow? Y’all don’t need to see 13 different Mumford and Sons blogs…