I got to see The Police in concert last night. Every time I see a live show I remember that I love music, the kind that adults write, or young-ish adults write when they are tortured or inspired or in love. Freed from the incessant scrolling of “The Grand Old Duke of York” in my head, I enjoyed the show last night. This morning, however, I was reminded once again that I don’ t stay out late at night for two very good, hungry, whiny reasons.
You saw the Police. I am jealous! I so wanted to crash the gates at Fenway this weekend…
Is Sting as hot as I think he is?
Did you meet up with any of the bloggers that went?
As I believe I told you (and anyone that would listen), we saw them at Dodger stadium with Foo Fighters. It ruled.
You need to do what I do, stay up late and drink too much every night, you know, to build up tolerance.
Sting was hot. HOT. He seems to get hotter as he gets older. How unfair.