an anecdote.

i'm making progress, checking things off the if-i-had-time-i'd-blog-about... list.

tonight: a story about jason mraz and tristan prettyman.

thanks to scotty shipley, the shanty girls were fans of jason mraz long before the world fell in love.

{or, if you're my best friend... long before you hated him.}

we celebrated the summer-o-jason, strummed the guitar to "you and i both" 1,000 times, then closed out the season with a road trip to see jason perform a small show for big bucks... $12. those were the days.

then i graduated college... and saw him at least five more times.

round one: november 16, 2005... i flew to boise for my birthday where cindy and i jammed at that one really great venue downtown.

we were promised james blunt and tristan prettyman as openers.

do you guys remember james blunt?! remember that one week when he had that one song and then the next week when it was overplayed and grating on my ears?

the concert fell right then... right after that one week... so he bailed on the tour. meh.

i mean, where did james blunt even go? does anyone care?

it was also right about then that jason performed on jay leno with a tshirt that proclaimed,

"tristan prettyman is my girlfriend."

and the crowd went wild.

this would be a good time to remind you that they call san diego home. and i'm a proud san diegan.

fast forward a couple years when i saw tristan prettyman in park city. we waited for doors to open next to the craziest, most die hard TP fan. she must have heard i was from san diego and assumed that, like, because i've driven the same stretch of interstate 5... we were best friends. she lamented about the recent jm/tp break-up and was determined to reason it out with her before the night was through. i didn't keep up with that kind of stuff.... but she begggged me to hold her had while she talked to tp {who turned us away because she was "resting her voice", thankfully.}

the crazy got toooo drunk to hold a reasonable conversation by the time the show was over. i, on the other hand, had a perfectly pleasant conversation with her. she was very normal. like a twentysomething beach loving homegirl. we talked about san diego, the crazy drunk, the boise show, and james blunt.

her words:

"hahahahahahaha, james blunt. that guy thought he was so awesome.

he brought a different girl home on the bus every night and we'd just laugh at him.

poor girl would wake up and wonder what city she was in and what happened to her underwear."

that was almost six years ago.

web journals, blogs, tweets, merch tables, and concerts {i and ii}, oh my.

and then the other day i read this post and celebrated in my chair a little.

i felt slightly invested in this love saga for having followed it most of my adult life.