In honor of flashback Friday, here’s a fun one for you…
Last summer, my husband and I took a trip to Iceland.
It. Was. Amazing.
Anyway, something strange was going on the particular week we were there. It was a really really big deal. Like, everyone was freaking out big deal.
Guns ‘N Roses were performing. And it turns out this would be the biggest concert to ever happen in Iceland’s history.
Guns ‘N Roses. In 2018.
Apparently it is quite difficult to convince tours to stop in Iceland. I read something about how boats had to bring everything over, and for one show, that does seem a bit costly.
So yes. This was a huge deal. It’s all they talked about on the radio. People were talking about it in the bars. Our city tour guide was even bubbling over with excitement.
I went through a really serious 80’s music phase in my later high school/early college years and they were obviously a central part of my playlist. So I started fangirling pretty hard.
Alas, we decided to skip it. Because, in theory, we could catch them somewhere in the United States if we really wanted to, and our days were jam packed with hiking exotic and beautiful parts of the country- something we wouldn’t be able to do elsewhere.
Because we went out to dinner (early, of course, because we’re old souls) one night and, as we were walking back, we found ourselves coming upon a small crowd outside of a small boutique hotel.
“Wouldn’t it be funny if people were waiting for the band, Kyle? Let’s see what’s going on!” “Excuse me, is there something going on here?”
“Yes, we’re waiting for Guns ‘N Roses to come out to head to the show.”
I saw Slash in real life.
For maybe 3 seconds, but it COUNTS.
I lobbied to stay longer, because the word on the street was Axl had not yet shown his face. But Kyle pointed out this was Axl we were talking about, and he was probably going to be another 3 hours, even if the show started in 2.
So I lost that battle.
BUT SLASH! In the year 2018!
Thank you, Iceland, for making that dream come true.
Also, I did crafts there.
Iceland is known for their knitting, and even do guided multi-day knitting tours. Luckily no one saw my crochet hook and tossed me out of the country!
Thanks, Iceland. You’re the best.