The Best Day of My Life

As you know, I like Green Day. Love Green Day. I am obsessed with Green Day. (My bestie says that I'm not obsessed, I'm just a dedicated fan). I have every single one of their songs on my iPod, and all the songs I know to how play on my guitar are theirs. I have two Green Day posters and a collage of Green Day pictures. I have 17 pictures of Billie Joe Armstrong on my phone. I have 2 Green Day shirts, one of which has a big picture of Billie Joe Armstrong on it. I love Green Day.

A guy at my mom's work told her about a concert he wants to go to because AFI, which is his favorite band, is the opening act. That concert just happens to be a Green Day concert. My mom told me about it and I begged her to take me, knowing that it would never actually happen. I asked her to look up when and where it was and how much it would cost, but a week went by and she never did.

One day she let me on her computer. I was on hottopic.com looking at Green Day shirts when it crossed my mind to look up the concert. I went on greenday.com and looked at the concert schedule. The closest one was in Colorado on August 28th. To see how much it would cost, I entered in tickets for two. Then I went and bugged my mom about it some more. I told her that I would die a violent, bloody death if I didn't go. Just for the heck of it she entered in tickets for five people. Meanwhile I was dreaming of what it would be like to actually go, and starting to wonder if my mom might buy the tickets.

Then she mentioned my dad.

Now, my dad HATES Green Day. He can't stand the kind of music, what the music is about, and the excessive swearing. On my birthday, I got to pick the music that was played on the way to Bogus Basin, and I picked all Green Day. He switched the music by the trip back because he couldn't stand it anymore. Whenever I play Green Day on my iPod speakers, he tells me to "TURN THAT (another word for crap) OFF!!!!!!!"

This is why I thought I was hallucinating when my mom called my dad.

When my mom pulled out her phone and said "We will just see what dad thinks about this" I lost all hope. She dialed his phone number, said "what do you think about going to Colorado for the weekend in August?", paused, said "for a Green Day concert", paused, and said "okay. Love ya. Bye." When she opened her mouth to speak to me I was expecting "he said that he doesn't want to waste money on going to see the worst band ever in concert" but instead she said "he said 'sounds good. We only live once.' ".

Sounds good? We only live once? SOUNDS GOOD! WE ONLY LIVE ONCE! Who kidnapped my dad? What is he smoking? Did he get a lobotomy? I couldn't make sense of it. I thought she was kidding for a second. I thought Aston Kutcher was going to jump out and yell "YOU'VE BEEN PUNKED!" When that didn't happen, my world was spinning. I am going to a GREEN DAY CONCERT! After the shock wore off, a brick wall of energy hit me. To make a long story short, I screamed and jumped around for the rest of the night.

It has now been about two weeks since that. The excitement has worn off somewhat. It just doesn't seem real. I have imagined myself at a Green Day concert many times and now that I am actually going to one, it barely feels different. But there is still 120 days until August 28th. It feels like it is just another one of my dreams now, but when the day comes, it will definently be the best day of my life.