What the heck am I doing here?
I don’t belong here.
I typed out these lyrics to Creep in a Facebook message. Little did I know, they would dramatically change my life. It was, in all honesty, the only Radiohead song I knew.
I saw an update status asking if anyone would be interested in Radiohead concert tickets on Sunday. Well I really wasn’t, unless I could get my brother to come down from Oklahoma, but being it was a Sunday night that wasn’t likely to happen. The bigger question to me and the one that I asked to my casually acquainted Facebook friend……why aren’t you going?
He admitted to not having a date, going through a hurtful divorce, and the regular woes of life that we all get so caught up in that we forget to – well – have fun.
Then I wowed him with my lyrical knowledge. “I’m a creeeep! I’m a weeeeirdooooo!” Never mind I wasn’t singing but typing. I’m that good.
He was so impressed that he found a fellow Radiohead fan in all of Facebook-land that he offered to take me to the concert, so we could crone as one.
I did what any single girl would do trying to become a crazy fan in 48 hours or less to impress a guy. I YouTube searched a few more songs. Surely I knew more than one Radiohead song. Right???
I found Karma Police. Yeah. I think I heard one of the contestants sing that on Rockstar INXS. Cool! I watched the video. See I was a Radiohead fan after all. No problem. I got this.
We made plans to meet at his house at 6pm to head from Arlington to Dallas. I talked to him for the first time on the phone the day before to set it up. I, incredibly, got there at 6pm sharp. For those that know me that was a miracle in itself.
As I pulled up, the garage door opened and there stood my date – that wasn’t a date – but just a kind gesture of servitude to another concert going Radiohead fan (heh).
Our eyes met in smiles right away, he was MUCH better looking in person than in his picture and what surprised me most of all…he was TALL. 6ft 1in. If only Facebook gave profile stats, I could have known. I wore my high heel sandals thinking he was short. I know. Don’t try to compute the logic, I had guy issues. Ahem. I’m a creeeeppp.
Off we head to Dallas, listening to Radiohead in the car, except I didn’t know it was Radiohead since I only knew ONE song. Maybe two if my YouTube memory held out. I actually figured it out AFTER the concert when I truly was a new turned fan.
Didn’t matter anyhow, we talked the whole way – about – everything. If there is one thing my momma taught me it was how to have a conversation, with anyone, anywhere, anytime. Thanks mom! I’ll chat with you later when I have a few hours *wink*.
It was a good thing too. It took hours just to get INTO the concert. Never have I seen so many people going to a concert at Superpages.com, or better known as the Smirnoff, or more simply Fairpark, in all my life.
The park was packed. Our seats were just under the awning – which was GREAT – considering the entire lawn behind us had seating that was really far back and ALL of it was standing room only. The concert started right after we sat down and it took my breath away. Literally, or Lyrically. I guess both.
And really I can’t describe it, but those things hanging down..they changed colors. They glowed. They flashed. They did everything but walk off the stage, or maybe they did that too. It was all in tune to the beat, and the motion of the music, which was poetry in itself. Incredibly awesome, like nothing I have ever seen.
These images are from a google search. Our view was more like this.
But honestly? It didn’t matter where we sat. It was the greatest, most energetic, dramatic, artfully choreographed media concert show I have ever seen and, trust me, I’m no concert virgin. There was a time I thought I was watching a video being played on a big screen, when in fact it was in live time with the stage. It was that good.
I felt SAD when it ended. When our night ended. I felt like we went through something special together and a friendship bond formed. Was it love at first sight? Not at all. I was pleasantly surprised by him. Blown away by the concert, and really enjoyed our long car conversations. *It took three hours to get OUT of the concert*
Jason, my friend, my boyfriend, my husband – Happy THREE year anniversary of our meet date. I can humbly say, May 18, 2008, a Radiohead concert, truly changed my world by bringing you into it.
You know the funniest twist to it all? They didn’t even play Creep.
I’m a creep.
I’m a weirdo.
What the heck am I doing here?
I don’t belong here.
*I rarely re-post, but this is in honor of another year.*
Happy last first date to my sweetie! Now, when is Radiohead coming back in concert?
11 thoughts on “I’m a Creeeeep…I’m a Weeeeirdo…”
I love this story and never tire of reading it!
I never tire of it either! Congratulations on your three year date-iversary! We celebrated ours for years. We don’t anymore, but it’s January 27th. It’s one of those things you don’t forget. Ever.
Loved hearing about your first date. We’ve been married nearly forty years, and it gets sweeter every year. Great post!
Happy anniversary of your first date! So sweet!
i LOVE this story… it’s VERY similar to me and Brandon’s story, only our concert was *GASP*, are you ready for this??? GODSMACK! hahahaha!!! we started out as friends too though, just an innocent invite to a concert 😀 i love that our stories are similar and i LOVE you guys!!
Oh man! I was freaking out for a second. I knew I had read this and I was thinking I was having some sort of spasm or something. LOL!
Happy one year, Creepy Weirdo! HUGS!
I love your story too!! Happy first date/non-date anniversary!!
Love!!! That is the best first date to alter story ever. Funny story…while playing guitar hero or rock band or whatever, hubs decided he was going to take the mic. He sang creep. It was hilarious. I have it on film…for future bribery purposes of course 😉
That is an awesome story! I love Radiohead. The radio station at my college played Karma Police on a continuous loop. But I loved it nonetheless. Have you heard their new song, Lotus Flower? It is really cool!
🙂 I remember this. Congratulations.
A.m.a.z.i.n.g story! It’s a pleasure to read about it all over again 🙂 Of all the creeps and weirdos (yes! real ones!) out there, you managed to tumble on a gem, sweeetttt :)))