...'cause yesterday was a pretty good day, especially since it ended with a little crooning in person by none other than Sir Paul himself.
(me holding the golden tickets)
I may live smack dab in the middle of the country where not a whole lot of exciting news ever goes down, but by golly, our little city can sure rock it sometimes. Our little city was one of only six stops on Sir Paul McCartney's North American summer tour, and it was the only one of those stops that wasn't a stadium. So even my cheap seats were good seats.
Sir Paul was pretty impressive, rockin' it for almost three hours straight at age 67. But I'm not sure which was more entertaining -- Sir Paul himself, all of his lifelong fans and their special dancing out in the crowd, or the front row of 30-and-40-something ladies doing their darndest to try and become the next Mrs. McCartney. Ha.
5 comments:
How fun! I've heard the concert was great.
I've been to one concert at BOK and hated my seats. Haven't been back.
Of course, Doc and I aren't big in to concerts anyway. I'd rather buy the CD and listen to it over and over in the comfort of my car.
sounds like fun! :)
Jealous!! I bet it was awesome. You looked quite spiffy by the way!
How fun!! I'd love to see him.
Phyllis
You look so cute! I hope your seats were better than ours at Celine!!
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