Friend L. had free tix to big time concert at the Summer Fest. My policy is I will always go anywhere with fun friends and free tix. Found out late in the game we were going to see Keith Urban with the Counting Crows as the opening band. Ummmm. Alright, I had maybe heard of Keith Urban, but definitely didn't know any of his songs. I truly just hoped he didn't sing that awful song "I love this Bar!" The peeps who know me well also know that I kinda wanted to kill the plaintive lead singer of the Counting Crows due to from some weird memories of the '90's and him whining away and wooing Jennifer Anniston...
Anyhoo, I went into the entire eve acting as a music critic, obviously not a fan.
My critique: The Counting Crows were quite good live and chatted about how they give to local charities in each city in which they play (awesome) and Keith Urban was, um, AMAZING. He was cute as pie, a great/charismatic performer, quite a guitarist and beamed with delight through his performance. It was clear was truly enjoying his clean and sober self and his pretty kick ass job. At one point he walked with his guitar through the massive ampitheater and cut over to where we were sitting. He was a mere 6 rows from us and he sang/played 3 tunes dedicated to his lover/Baby Mama, Nicole Kidman. I may have shed tears, it was so precious. Each one of his 5 band mates also belted out a Michael Jackson song a cappella and holy cats, they were fantastic singers. Shockingly enjoyable concert. Keith Urban is a pro. And seriously cute. I now love Keith Urban. There, I said it.
Worst Part of the Day-
Told friend, L. that of course I would love to hang with her and the summer festival, BUT I would absolutely have to, have to, have to be home at a reasonable hour as I had plans to take both kiddies solo to Michigan on a ferry, no less, to visit declining grandmother. Definitely cannot stand out until 5am like our last outing (and all of our madcap outings)....of course, of course, of course.
So my new boyfriend, Keith U., ended around 11:30pm. Perfecto. We headed to get some necessary fried cheese and head home. Oh hello, there! Ran into friends and crazy acquaintances and the next thing I know we are in a white stretch limo heading far, far away. All sorts of people kept promising they would get me home by 2 at the latest. Alright, alright. At 3am we went through a McDonald's drive thru in the now annoying limo and then were abruptly dropped of at some home where a party was non-happening and the movie Tropic Thunder was being blasted on a huge t.v. Not in the mood. My bitchy (tired and over all of it) persona came out and I demanded a ride ASAP. After minutes if peeps wondering if I were kidding about all of this ferry ride and 2 kids, blah, blah, blah, a cab was hailed and I was home at 4:30am. Booooooo.
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