No, not my wedding anniversary. Not the anniversary of anything writing-related. Not even the anniversary of when we got Shakespeare the Bitey Cat.
No, tomorrow is what I call the Dispatchiversary. Four years ago tomorrow, I traveled to Boston with my brother and about 15 of his closest friends to see our favorite band, Dispatch, play their very last (at the time) show. It was a crazy, crazy weekend, with no less than three near death experiences, some exhaustion-related hallucinations, balloon animals, a water bottle war, and a lovely, 2 a.m. visit to the Mass. General Psych Ward.
Yes. It was crazy in more ways than one.
And one of these days I’ll get around to telling the story in some permanent form, like I’ve been meaning to do for years. Not today, though, and most likely not tomorrow. Busy, busy, busy!
So instead, here is a video from the aforementioned bottle war, during a gorgeous song called “Past the Falls”. Being in the middle of that was a fairly insane, wondrous experience–and sometimes a bit scary, too. At about 1:06, the craziness begins. Enjoy!