Pants Vs. the Greatest Guitar Player of ALL TIME

let me tell you a sad story.

nearly 4 years ago, I was given tickets to go see Fleetwood Mac. Now, something you may not know about me is that Fleetwood Mac is my favorite band. OF ALL TIME.
I've gone so far with my love for them, that I've even tattooed the poppy that covers their greatest hits album on my foot. I LOVE THEM.
I remember being a tiny child, and staring at the cover of Rumors intensely dreaming about hugging Mick Fleetwood.
I obsessively follow their careers. I even did my grade 12 guitar final project on them. I LOVE THEM OK?
so I was so overjoyed to be able to see them LIVE that I nearly shit my pants.
this was also around the time that I committed to moving across Canada, far far away from rexall place where they would be playing. dilemma right?
well, I did was any self respecting fan would do. I postponed my move by a month so that I could see them and you know, THEN move across the country.
fast forward to two days before the show. Stevie Nicks gets sick. they cancel their show in Calgary, which was the night before Edmonton. Then, devastation happens. they cancel the show in Edmonton. but the promise to reschedule is looming in the pit of darkness that is my sad sad soul.
but. even more devastation happens when they announce that they will be rescheduling the show FOUR DAYS AFTER I LEAVE FOR ONTARIO.
the tickets went to good use. my sister and my nephew went. they had a great time. but I've always had a hole in my heart for the sadness that overtook me in not being able to see them and the knowledge that they would probably never, ever ever tour again.

that is, until last week when they announced that they were in fact, touring again!!
and then until today.
today, when my amazing mother |GOT ME TICKETS!
that's right bitches. I get a second chance at seeing Lindsey Buckingham play guitar. LIVE. IN MY FACE.
and STEVIE. SWAYING.
MOTHER FUCKING SWAYING!!!!