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Last weekend, I drove to North Carolina to see my favorite band, [**Alkaline Trio**](https://alkalinetrio.com), with **[my friend Matt](http://mattsanchezdesign.com)**.

Ironically, the last concert I attended was in 2019, when the **[lead singer of this band](https://www.instagram.com/matttskiba/?hl=en)** was in **[another band](https://blink182.com)**, which I also saw in North Carolina:

I can't describe how anxious I have been about this trip. I was packing my bag Saturday night and I was so close to just chickening out altogether because I didn't want to spend the night this far away from home.   
  
Audra sits down and grabs me and says "Justin, this is [**your favorite band**](https://mastodon.social/@developerjustin/111822871798951781). You're going to see your all time favorite band with one of your best friends in the world. This is bucket list shit. You ***have*** to do this."

And she was right.

For the first time since Ripley was born, I watched someone else sing the song I use to sing him to sleep at night. I watched someone else singing the song we sang to him in the hospital. The songs Audra and I used to sing in the car when we were dating.

The entire crowd knew all the words and I'm pretty sure my voice is shot.

Bucket list shit.