my night with dashboard confessional...

It all started with a Camden Lane tee...well actually it started about 16 years ago... 
when I was a young barista and spent literally my entire shift, every single day, listening to Dashboard Confessional albums on repeat.  Looking back I'm surprised customers didn't complain about me because I would blast those emo songs for months on end and I loved it....thus started my love affair with Dashboard...and more so, Chris...the lead singer.  So over the years, I've been to more Dashboard shows than I can count and when they announced their tour this year, of course I had to make it work...and planned a little road trip to Houston with my two youngest sibs.

So I made my custom CL tee with lyrics from one of my fave songs, but lets be real here...they are all my fave songs and off to Houston we went!  On the morning of the show, I posted the above pic on insta and freaked out when Dashboard's insta liked my pic.  Now I know it's most likely not Chris just scrolling through insta, but a girl can dream right?  So I was already super excited as we walked to the House of Blues because in my mind, Chris aka the love of my life, saw my tee and liked it...
And then when we got to HOB there were two guys standing outside of the tour bus that looked like they were "with the band" and with DC you never know who is really "in the band" because it seems to change every year and they were def checking us out and I joked with my sis that they already saw my tee in insta and then recognized me in real life and that's why they were looking...don't you love the stories you make up in your own head??  
So we grab a bite to eat, and a few drinks, before the doors open and when we were stuffed we had to figure out where the show actually was.  So after overhearing someone tell someone else where to go we started heading to the elevator inside the restaurant, when my brother said that he overheard someone else say to use the elevator outside...so off we went down this little path to some random elevator...and it's just the three of us just chilling wondering where we are going...and then the elevator door opens...
and out walks FUCKING CHRIS FROM DASHBOARD CONFESSIONAL!!!  And I swear it was like everything was happening in slow motion...at first I wasn't even really paying attention as he walked out and then my sister and I looked at each other like, wait...holy shit...was that actually Chris...and she was like, go run after him...and after hesitating for like half a sec, I ran.  I chased him out of the elevator and ran up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder (which my sister said it looked like I shoved him...which may have been true because he's a lot smaller in real life) and asked him if I could get a picture with him.  And then like a total fan girl, who had a brain that was suddenly mush, and couldn't carry an intelligent convo just pointed to my shirt and said...I made this for you...seriously, I meet someone who I've been obsessed with for over 16 years and the best I could do was, do you like my shirt?  But he was super nice and took a pic with me and he looks so happy to be standing next me...I mean look at the pure joy on his face...I'm pretty sure he loves me too!
So that night was a dream come true and I'm so happy that the stars aligned, and the universe smiled down on me and blessed me with this special moment...and this day will forever be one of my faves...hands down!





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