The night started off with a few bumps, of course. Brighton lost his wallet (it was later returned... thank you, Universe). Our original seats were about as high up as you can get while still being inside the venue, and our views were partially obstructed by the stage and its lighting. Bummer. However, karma and fate both decided to be a little generous that night, and we were almost immediately moved to the floor level... a little less than twenty rows from the stage!
I have no words for that night other than "epically fantabulous". I screamed more than I ever had, cried, and took pictures till my camera-phone almost overheated.
"My soul is painted like wings of butterflies..."