Worth the trip
Both the Firecracker and I really enjoyed seeing Andy Grammer in concert, but the crowd was clearly mainly there for Matchbox Twenty.
Me?
Her: (after my fourth plate of food) You know there’s a concert going on?
Me: (in between bites) Didn’t notice.
Seriously, though, they were both excellent – if you can catch them both live, they’re worth the trip.
After the concert, we made our way home when I related to her an observation.
Me: I’m the only person of colour here!
Her: No, that’s not true. (pointing) There’s one, and there’s another…
Me: This is still the whitest concert I’ve ever been to.
Her: (laughing) You’ve never been to a Kid Rock concert.
No plans to see one either.
This was honestly one of the best concerts I’d ever been to because I really liked both the opening and main acts.
Me: I woulda seen both of them separately for that amount of money.
Her: Well, if nothing else, you ate that much in food. You had FIVE plates of food!
Me: Your jealousy is palpable.
We actually got back to the city somewhat early.
Me: Do you wanna get a drink?
Her: Sure!
So, we popped into the Emerald Inn for a quick cranberry and vodka (I was just starting to get sick).
Her: Did you have a good night?
Me: Andy Grammer, Matchbox Twenty, unlimited food, and a nightcap with a hot blonde to end the evening? I’d say so.
Her: (beaming) Same.
Location: about to have some Slavic food
Mood: less sick
Music: I’m hopeless, I’m bleeding and broken, though I’ve never spoken (Spotify)
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