Okay, so everyone was talking about Taylor Swift coming to Green Bay, right? For that Chiefs game at Lambeau. I remember the buzz started weeks before. You couldn’t go anywhere without hearing about it. Will she show up? What will she wear? Seriously, it was everywhere.
Now, me? I’m not exactly a Swiftie, no offense to those who are. And football? I mean, it’s Green Bay, you gotta respect the Packers, but I wasn’t planning on fighting the crowds for that particular game. My big plan for that weekend was actually way less exciting. I was finally going to tackle cleaning out the garage. Been putting it off for months, you know how it is.
So Saturday rolls around. I get up, have my coffee, ready to face the mountain of junk. But first, I needed to run to the hardware store. Needed boxes, some heavy-duty trash bags, the usual stuff. Figured I’d go early, beat any potential game-day rush, even though the game wasn’t until Sunday night.
Big mistake. Huge.
Turns out, “early” wasn’t early enough. The roads, especially anywhere near the stadium vicinity which, let’s be honest, affects a bigger area than you’d think, were already getting packed. Not just game traffic, but you could feel the vibe. More people milling around, hotels booked solid, restaurants buzzing way more than usual for a Saturday morning.
Took me twice as long just to get to the store. And the store itself? Packed. It felt like half the town decided to do their errands at the exact same time, maybe fueled by the general excitement in the air. Or maybe they were also trying to get stuff done before the expected Sunday chaos.
- Got stuck in the parking lot for 10 minutes.
- Aisle five was a bottleneck.
- Checkout lines were insane.
By the time I got home, half my motivation for the garage project was gone. Just drained from the simple errand run. All because, indirectly, Taylor Swift was in town. Or about to be.
What I Learned
It was just funny, really. Here I am, trying to have a totally normal, boring weekend, focused on my own stuff. And suddenly, the orbit of a massive superstar hundreds of miles away throws a wrench in my simple plan to buy trash bags. Didn’t even see her, didn’t go to the game, but still felt the ripple effect.
Made me think, you know? How interconnected things are. One person’s visit, someone famous, can change the whole energy of a place, even for folks not directly involved. My garage is still messy, by the way. Maybe I’ll blame Taylor Swift for that. Kidding! Mostly.
