Last month, Blink-182 announced a string of shows they'd be playing in L.A. to celebrate the 10-year anniversary of their self-titled album that was released November 18, 2003. All the ruckus surrounding the shows reminded me that I had my own "Blink" anniversary coming up . . . Today, November 14, 2013, is my 10-year anniversary of seeing Blink-182 for the first time ever (they were my absolute favorite band back then and I attribute a lot of my personality to their music and fart jokes, so this was a big deal). The trio set out on "The DollaBill Tour" to support the self-titled release, returning to smaller venues they'd played when they were first starting out. Tickets, as the tour name suggested, were being sold for $1. The day they went on sale, I was on the phone with my mom in my high school's office making sure she got 4 tickets for my three best friends and me. And she got 'em! After weeks of clock watching, the day finally arrived. We drove 120 miles to the Quest Club in Minneapolis with about an hour 'til the doors opened. Time moved like molasses in January while we waited (in 20 degree weather with no coats, mind you), but we knew it was time we should be savoring. Before we knew it, the line was moving. We finally made it to the front of the line. One by one we had our tickets scanned and entered the venue. Until the ticket man scanned my ticket . . . "ERROR" flashed across his scanner. He tried again - "ERROR." "Looks like we've already scanned this one," the ticket taker man said. Tears poured down my face as I realized what was happening. My mother, bless her technologically confused heart, somehow printed two copies of one of the tickets. Meaning we only had three tickets. MY LIFE IS OVER!!! This is the beginning of the end of happiness!! How could the universe have forsaken me?! WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYWHYWHYWHY!??!?! I was completely heartbroken. Thankfully, by the kind grace of the ticket man who was obviously a little uncomfortable with my unabashed weeping, I was slipped a ticket from an envelope he'd been holding. All he said was "Have fun." I gave him the best hug I've ever given anyone. The roller coaster of emotions I ran through in those 5 minutes all but heightened the entire experience for me. The perfect euphoria I entered that night, watching my favorite band play all my favorite songs to my best friends and me, is still unmatched with anything I've ever done or seen. So, a very happy anniversary to a day that changed my life and cemented my obsession and love with music! And to those best friends I share the memory with who are still my best friends to this day.