Lisa, won't you listen

I've fainted at concerts because it's stuffy and hot and there are too many people around me, and well, I'm a fainter.  People who talk too close to my face can also make me drop, as well as dehydration.  I fainted in the shower in my college dorm and a girl showering next to me had to haul my body out of the tiled box so that I didn't hit my head, or drown (thanks again, Andrea Wold in Foss Hall).

I was waiting in line, only 4 people back, when Lisa Loeb walked behind the counter to sign CDs and take photos.  The light spots started appearing in my vision and my brain was full of bubbles.  Allison, do NOT faint.  Don't do it.  Don't look like a total idiot fan fainting when you meet someone famous.  It's so cliche.  Get it together.

This little guy who spoke very slowly was explaining every single time he had seen Lisa perform, and she looked over at us like, "help me."  We interrupted and offered to take their photo and she gave us a thank you glance.  And just like that, we became best friends with Lisa Loeb and I was brought back from my almost fainting spell.

We walked up next and I couldn't contain myself.  "Lisa, we just have so much to talk about," I started.  "Your Nine Stories album was the first one I ever owned and memorized every single word to every song... and then your next album, and I have a two-year-old and bought your children's CD, and..."

"You have a two-year-old!  Boy or girl?"

Oh yeah, the mom club.

"A boy!  Baylor..."

"Oh my gosh, cute.  My daughter is Lyla.  Aren't they so funny right now?  Lyla tells me everything to do, 'Mommy, sit here.  Mommy hold this shovel.'  It's just the best!"

"Oh just wait until they want to do everything on their own, takes 45 minutes just to put shoes on because they won't let you help them..."

I wanted to invite her to my mom's group!  To have a glass of wine and compare notes on the highs and lows of child rearing.

My best friend since third grade, Gena, came with me to the show and told Lisa that we had been friends forever, just like the song she sang about having a friend since she was 8-years-old too.  Just so much in common.

"Lisa, it's like we are the same.  So nice to meet you."  We got our photo and autographed CD and off we went... just like that.  It was over.  I don't know if Lisa felt the same as I did, about being the same (only because she started producing kid's albums right when I became a mom), but I loved meeting her.

Listening to her set at the Triple Door brought back so many memories from growing up.  In so many ways it was a normal childhood, and in so many ways it was completely insane.  Hearing her songs brought me back to memorizing her entire CD with my sister and my friends, fighting over the words.  We'd sit and sing them back to each other feeling such a sense of accomplishment and individuality.  I had a favorite singer for the first time and knew all of the words to her CD.  Get any cooler.

It's Labor Day weekend and I have nothing to do - on purpose.  Bay is with his dad and I said "no" to camping or boating because I would like to rediscover boredom.  It's a weekend to regroup and do whatever I want.  I have a list of things I should do, like study for the GRE which is in two weeks, and paint Baylor's room; but I think I may have to sit outside with headphones and memorize Lisa's newest album.  I think it'll be good for my soul... and it'll make me feel way cooler.