I have been a Taylor Swift fan for as long as I can remember. I have made more friends online than I have in person. No one has given me more comfort than a blonde woman who I had the pleasure of meeting once when I was nine years old. When I could not get tickets for her first tour in five years, I was simply not accepting it. I had been planning on going to opening night since it was announced because I couldn’t wait three more months. However, as a broke college senior, I could not go into debt to go all the way to Arizona. I checked flights to opening night in Arizona every day for months. Finally, around the week of the concert, I began to give up. Two nights before the concert my girlfriend told me to check for tickets one last time because she knew how disappointed I was. Here is a photo dump from two nights before the concert and the following week.
March 15th, 8:57 pm
Every single time I got tickets in my cart they disappeared.
March 15th, 9:35 pm
Finally was able to check out.
May 16, 9:32 pm
My girlfriend and I with every single layer on to make our bags fit in the carry-on box.
May 17th, 10:15 am
Running on no sleep, purely vibes.
May 17th, 2:18 pm
What do I wear? I jumped on a plane with no concert outfit.
Okay this works.
March 17, 4:34 pm
Holy shit these are our seats.
My three moods throughout the concert:
Final Destination: Broke but happy
