We met Mat Kearney last night.
I annoyingly overshared.
I almost want to unfollow myself.
Sorry about it all.
My overexposure filter was severely compromised.
By the bliss of the whole experience.
I love Mat.
I've loved him since Dave used his song "All I Need" in a video a few years ago.
The song is about Hurricane Katrina and Mississippi.
It was 2007. Our 8th anniversary.
And it fell on a Tuesday. Youth group night.
I was borderline pouting because I wanted to go out to a nice dinner.
Instead, I was eating nachos and apple wedges and playing 4-on-a-couch with high schoolers.
Then, right before worship, I heard Dave tell Timmy to "hit it."
And this started.
And I was a slobbering, humbled mess.
Perfectly content with my nachos.
Back to last night.
Now, I realize that I'm starting to sound like a freak-o groupie.
First New Kids on the Block.
I promise I'm not.
We literally ran into the guy on our way out.
He opened for Owl City last night at the Warfield.
And we ditched Owl City about three songs in.
Because their front man had weird, distracting, flailing hand movements.
And talked about blue sweatpants.
Think Angels and Airwaves meets Toto.
Peace out, Owl.
As we were leaving, Mat was outside waiting by his tour bus.
For his true fans.
The ones that came for him only.
The ones that left early.
I snapped this picture right before Dave saw him.
Dave: "That's probably not Mat Kearney right there."
Me and Margaret (in unison): "GET. OUT."
Margaret leaped. In the air.
I didn't. Because I'm not a groupie.
We casually approached. He was super nice.
Which equalled ample photo ops and small talk.
Val told him Marc was a cop in San Francisco.
So they chatted about a cop show that he likes.
Bry asked if he remembered him from the last show.
And he said he did.
But he might have just said that.
Because Bryan is 6'7."
Such a mellow, humble, relaxed guy.
Just like I imagined.
But it was 1400% worth bailing on you.