Every Move You Make ...
Last night, Chris and I took a little jaunt to see a band I never thought I would see live - The Police. Despite the parking nightmare (thousands upon thousands of cars parked on a field with no marker posts or anything even remotely indicative of where we were standing), the concert was completely awesome.
I had seen Sting play once (which I made the verbal typo of calling him "String" to Chris and now that's how we refer to him - "Oh hey, going to see String tonight?") in Providence but not with The Police. This was one of those huge shows from bands that toured when we were little kids and broke up before we were "of concert age." We figured our chances of seeing them were sunk.
Until they reunited. And oh man, were they awesome.
There was a lady sitting a few rows down from us who was rocking so hard I thought her arms were going to fly off. They started playing "Every Breath You Take" and she just went berserk, flailing around, screaming incomprehensible words, and tossing her short-cropped curls as she gyrated in her "I Love My Grandkids" t-shirt. She made me almost as happy as The Police themselves. (We took a video of her, and of a few songs, that I'll load up later. She may be my new hero.)
And now I'm off to pack for St. Louis and get ready for the AADE. If you're going to be at the conference, stop by the dLife booth and say hello! I'll be the one ... most likely talking incessantly. :)