Everything is so clear now.
Hi, I'm Lauren. I'm a devout Haimsbian, and Swiftie. I'm here to tell you the story of how I went to the 1989 Tour in East Rutherford, New Jersey, at MetLife Stadium on July 10, 2015, and had a religious experience. It was there that I became a Swaimster. (One who follows only the teachings of Haim and Taylor Swift.)
My story begins months ago, when I was still only 25 years old. Taylor Swift announced that on the New York–New Jersey leg of her 1989 tour, Haim would be opening for her. When I heard this, I yelled out to the sky, "TAKE ME TO CHURCH!" (church being the stadium this would be happening at) and then weeped happy invisible tears. This event would be the coming-together of two of my favorite albums of the past 10 years (Haim's Days Are Gone and Swift's 1989).
I HAD TO GO.
I WOULD GO.
I DID GO.
This is my story.
8:25-ish p.m.: Haim appears onstage.
A few things happen when your favorite band in the world takes the stage. One, you forget how to breathe. Two, you turn into a puddle of mush and can't form words anymore.
Since obviously most people were at the show to see Taylor Swift, it was still that time of the night when people are going to the bathroom and getting hot dogs and waiting in line for the $12 cans of beer. But not me. As I mentioned, I'm a Haimsbian. I WAS THERE TO SEE HAIM. As they worked their way through "Don't Save Me" and "The Wire," I stood playing air drums and taking shitty-quality videos to send to my friends.
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