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Nissan Pavilion was this great outdoor venue in Virginia (it's now called JIFFY LUBE LIVE, which is slightly mortifying to type), and (hence the name) the stage is under a pavilion, with a huge grassy area for general admission. A group of us had lawn tickets – EVERYONE had lawn tickets, it was packed – and about halfway through the Foo Fighters set, Dave Grohl ran from the stage to the very back of the seating area, stood on the divider between the lawn and the pavilion, and guitar soloed his fucking face off. It was INSANE, and when Mitchell realized what was happening, he ran – RAN – from the bar, two beers in hand, and it was at that moment the stars aligned for my Nirvana-worshipping, Foo Fighters-loving, fake ID-having future husband, and that night became important, and mythical, and epic. Less so for it being the night when he first kissed his future wife, and almost wholly for it being The Night That He Touched Dave Grohl's Guitar.
SO. It will come as no surprise that we bought tickets at the first whispered rumor of a secret Foo Fighters show in DC (the certainty of Trouble Funk was also a draw), and I am taking the fact that halfway through the set Dave Grohl jumped onto the bar and soloed directly INTO OUR FACES that 1) there is magic in the universe, 2) our union has been blessed – nay, BAPTIZED – twice over, and 3) if you need to find us, it's likely we're near the booze. It was mythical, and it was BEYOND epic. It also went until 2 in the morning and I am a broken shell of a human, but WOW.
(all images via my iPhone)
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