Let There Be Queen...

I've always said that I was born in the wrong era. I should've been at Woodstock. My musical tastes are more Janis Joplin, Stevie Nicks, Queen, and Bob Marley than any contemporary musician (with the few exceptions, of course). So needless to say, I jumped at the opportunity to see Queen with Adam Lambert. I think Freddie would have been proud.

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..."