I’m about to fangirl really hard, so I apologize in advance. But you were warned.
I want you to imagine three people:
- Your pre-teen celeb crush. You know the one – that guy/girl whose posters adorned your walls and locker, whose name was doodled all over your notebooks. To this day, you love this person – out of nostalgia, but also because, let’s face it, he/she is awesome.
- Your current celeb crush. Dream spouse. Top-played artist on Spotify or favorite actor.
- The person who has mastered your passion or hobby. If you are an athlete, who is your favorite pro player? Writers – think of your favorite author.
Now… imagine if there was one person that filled each of these categories.
Enter John Mayer. And his to-DIE-for Instagram selfies.
I fell in love with John circa 2001. My sister and I listened to his albums on repeat while we played Roller Coaster Tycoon for hours and hours. “My Stupid Mouth” still, sometimes, brings back memories of managing amusement park lines and broken-down roller coasters.
As the years went on, I was in bands. Lots of them, including jazz band. I spent enough hours in rehearsals and private lessons to appreciate quality music – obviously furthering my obsession with John and his guitar skills.
So now, I’m just a twenty-something girl, no longer an active musician, but still a very active John Mayer fan. Listening to his music (which happens daily) almost puts me in a trance. His voice is so familiar, yet so timeless and wonderful, that it just grabs my heart.
Two years ago(ish), he was coming to Chicago. I dreamed of going to his concert but ultimately didn’t take the plunge and buy tickets. A few weeks before he was set to perform, he announced that he had a throat condition and wouldn’t be able to tour. He didn’t know if he’d ever perform again.
I was devastated. I may never get to see him perform? Ever? I’d dreamed of seeing him live – an experience that I can only imagine is magical – and I may not get the chance?
When he announced that he would, in fact, tour again, I knew that I had to get to the show!
Which is why my 22nd birthday is already the BEST… even though I’m still 21.
As an early birthday present, I found out that my entire family is going to see John next month! Picnic, candles and John. Does life GET better?
So, that’s my big news! Pretty good, huh?
I’m feeing pretty good about 22. I think it’s gonna be a good year.