...oh I be-lieve, in yes-ter-day...
...'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.