I can die happy now.

Sorry I haven't posted in a while, if anyone actually reads this blog. The main reason is because there's really nothing to post. Now; however, I have something to post.

I just got back from a Billy Joel concert. -blink- We left about three pm, and got back around twelve fifty am. Almost ten hours. The concert was in Greenville, which is like two hours away. It's a lot like Charlotte, but everything is surprisingly convenient. I was impressed. The Bi-Lo Center, where the concert was held, was right there! Wow! We parked, walked a few blocks, ate supper at a sushi place (of course!), walked back, and got situated. Oh, we each (Mom and I) got a long-sleeved shirt, for the helluv it. They were ninety dollars apiece. When I saw the recipt I nearly hyperventilated. But, wow.

Our seats were on the floor, which meant we were reeeely close. Imagine the stage, then two blocks of seats in front of it. We were in one of those, like halfway in it. It was an awesome view. -collapses-

At times the noise was just too many decibels for my poor ears to handle, so I had to plug them with my fingers so I wouldn't go deaf. Oh well. It was Billy Joel. I'm still trying to work it out in my mind. It was that profound.

I had a blast, though I nearly went deaf at least three times. I forgive the crowd -- that was expected. I wish those ijjits hadn't stood up the whole damn time, though. I had to either sit on the back of my chair or stand up in it so I could see. >_<'

I have to say, the lights made the show that much cooler. XP They strobed me out during the song ' Pressure.' There were w pair of guys who played the hell out of those saxes and trumpet, I tell ya. I know that it's hard to get a brass up to a high register without it sounding like nails on a chalkboard, but this dude rocked that trumpet all the way to Virginia. Woodwinds have it a bit better, though even flutes have to work to keep those high notes from hurting. Those saxes still wrawked my boxors, if I actually wore boxors. XP

Yeah, I'm gonna shut up now since it's almost one-thirty am. Peace owt ch'all.