Too Much Fun

So last night, in the culmination of a long-awaited birthday present, my sweetie and I went to see Elton John and Billy Joel in concert. Nosebleed seats, up against the back wall of the stadium behind the stage, for the last available concert - my darling dear spent most of a morning trying desperately to get them.

It was so utterly worth it.

I adore live music, and I've been to at least a few concerts, but I think this goes down as the most amazing one I've seen. Four solid hours of thundering, awesome, gorgeous music - no opening act, no intermission, just the two piano gods playing their hearts out, together and individually. Everything was perfect, I couldn't stay in my seat, both the audience and the performers were having more fun than I'm sure is legal in this state.

It's wonderful to know that the musicians were having as much fun as the audience - I know that it's probably just incredibly enjoyable (in addition to being hard work) to perform, but... I've never been to a concert before where two middle-aged quasi pop stars climbed onto each other's pianos, tickled one another, and stuffed carrots in their pants. A truly unique experience....

I'm paying for the celebration now, with a scratchy throat and a backup of sleep dep that it'll take a couple of days to work off, but it was entirely worth it.

I want Elton John's wardrobe. Though it scares me to realize that he probably looks better in fuschia and turquoise paisley satin jackets than I ever could.

I am so utterly jazzed. I'll still be reeling from this for days....