It was the winter of 2007 and let’s just say that all was not well in my little world on the financial front. I was between jobs and leaning very heavily on my John Mayer CD collection for emotional support as I struggled to care for my family. To those people who are not “in the know,” John Mayer is the kind of celebrity that is very accessible to his fans. He makes us feel more like friends and loved ones than the “little people.” His music has been the soundtrack of my life ever since I first heard “No Such Thing” in 2001.
As luck would have it, I was at the local job center searching for employment one day and happened to check my e-mail. Inside was a message that John Mayer’s Winter Tour would include a show at the FedEx Forum in Memphis, TN. I couldn’t believe that MY John was going to be that close to me and I would not be able to see him. I couldn’t believe it and I didn’t believe it. I got creative with the bills that month and scrounged up the money to purchase a ticket.
I was on cloud nine for weeks just waiting for the big day. My ticket came and I kept it in my shirt pocket close to my heart. I was completely at peace with my less-than-stellar financial outlook because I had managed to score a ticket to my mind’s own Shangri La. Then, tragedy struck. A huge financial obligation popped up and my expense money for the trek from Greenwood to Memphis was depleted. I could not believe that I had come so close to being right there with him, but still would not get to go.
This was right around the time I had filed my 2006 income taxes and I was hoping upon hope that the money would come and all would not be lost. Fast forward to 02/02/2007-the day of the concert and a day that would live on in infamy (for me anyway). Even after all of my hoping and hand ringing, my tax refund had not come.
I ended up taking everything of value in my house to the local pawnbroker. And by everything, of value, I do mean EVERYTHING: the computer, three televisions, the microwave, two VCR/DVD players, my kids’ game systems, countless DVD’s and VHS tapes-EVERYTHING. I was so desperate to get to the concert at that point that I probably would have pawned by brain had I thought it was worth anything. I simply had to get to Memphis and meet John Mayer. (We were destined to be together after all.)
It all worked out in the end because I was able to borrow enough money to get to the concert (where I enjoyed myself immensely, but that’s another story) and my refund came the very next day so I was able to get all of our valuables back from the pawn shop. I look back on that day sometimes and wonder if it was all really worth it. The answer is a resounding YES. Even though it was one of the craziest things I have ever done, I’ll never regret going to that concert.