Timeflies. A Spiritual Journey.*

People often ask me "Rachel, why White Girl Wednesday?"  That's a lie. Everyone who knows me knows that I am whiter than fresh cocaine wrapped in an infinity scarf shoved inside an Ugg. But the concept for White Girl Wednesday actually comes from Timeflies Tuesday. Timeflies is a music duo consisting of the 2 most talented human beings on the planet. Cal may be the sexiest man alive and has the voice of an angel, but like an angel that you really wanna make out with. His freestyles have been givin me life for years. And Res is like the John Forbes Nash Jr. of music, what he can do with a beat and a melody and all those other musical terms that I don't understand will blow your mind. Please, visit the Timeflies YouTube channel and see for youself (TImeflies4850). Timeflies releases a new video almost every Tuesday, which inspired me to write a blog post every Wednesday.

Last Thursday night, my dreams came true. I finally saw Timeflies live. It was everything I dreamed of and more. Honestly, it was a spiritual experience. I technically did NOT cry. But I did tear up. A lot.

I ordered my tickets back in September. They were very reasonably priced but due to a Victoria's Secret addiction and complete disregard for reality I had to move some money around to buy my ticket. I think this was an excellent decision because as I informed my daddy, I get the chance to pay my rent every single month, I can only see Timflies this one time. I bought my ticket the day they went on sale and started counting down to November 13th.

It took me the equivalent of 5 Timeflies songs to decide what to wear. On one hand I wanted an outfit that would make them notice me. On the other hand I wanted to be invisible because I was afraid that if we happened to make eye contact I would literally die. And then there was the whole North Carolina weather issue. After being unseasonably warm for weeks, it was approaching temperatures only a Canadian could love outside but the venue was indoors and I knew it would be packed, hot and humid from the blood, sweat and tears of fangirls like myself. I finally settled on yoga leggings (this is not even a joke and I am not even sorry) and a navy top. That's right, I finally tried blavy (black and navy together, something I am normally VERY against). I decided that blavy is as avant-garde as I get and the Timflies concert was the perfect place to experiment.

My friend Liz made it her mission for us to meet Cal and Res. Unlike how I say "I will go to the gym once this month" or "I might eat a vegetable this week" I knew that Liz would actually pursue her goal, which is what impressed and terrified me. When we got to the venue we enjoyed the opening act and tried to dance off our nervous energy at the back of the crowd. We considered meeting my other friends up front but again being in close proximity to Timeflies was not something I was prepared for. As we waited for Timeflies to take the stage, Liz excused herself to get a drink or go fix her hair or something. Just when we started to wonder what was taking so long, she came back and told us she had met the original videographer. Despite my awkwardness, all-consuming fear and better judgment, we followed her outside and actually had a great conversation with him because he was a super chill guy. Had he been a normal citizen like myself I would consider us friends after that night. I think if our paths ever crossed in the future and I explained where I knew him from he would totally pretend to remember me. We bonded over a mutual love for Jeopardy! and he told us that this was the "hypest crowd" they had ever played for. A quote that I am seriously considering for my tombstone (Here lies Rachel Daniel...part of the "hypest crowd" ever graced by Timeflies.).

After the show we decided to split the difference between being groupies and not caring at all. So instead of hanging around the venue or going home, we posted up at some bars within walking distance and kept an eye out for anyone looking suspiciously cool. But eventually we had to just go home and decided to remember this as the night that we ALMOST met Timeflies (and by almost we mean it totally could have happened, right?).

In a way I'm glad I never got to meet them because I wouldn't want memories of one of the best nights of my life marred by passing out or a pending restraining order.


*This blog post was in no way approved by Timeflies. If they read my blog I would likely die of excitement.