I should be in bed

It's way past my bedtime but I'm still to "up" from the concert. It was wonderful!!!!! It was even better because they closed off half the arena so the band was much closer. I wanted to get good seats but my sister would only go for the cheap seats. And we got the cheap seats all right. Now I'm afraid of a lot of things. Spiders, crickets, changing light bulbs, blowing up balloons - not snakes though. I'm not afraid of snakes at all. But my number 1 all time biggest fears is the fear of falling from high places. Not the high places themselves - but of falling. Took me years to figure this out. I don't even like step ladders, or standing on chairs. And when you're short like I am - well, things can get hairy.
When I saw where the tickets were I knew there might be a problem. They looked to be pretty high. We had to go up two flights of escalators even to get to the level we were sitting in. Then we had to walk up the stairs. And up. And up. And up. And up. And each stair we climbed I started freaking out more and more and more. Turns out we were on the very top row of the whole damn place. We looked down - way down on the frickin' giant scoreboard. When we got to the very top row I was in trouble. We were in the middle of the aisle. And I was too scarred to pass the people to get to my seat. I had to make them all leave their seats so I had a clear path. T'was most embarrasing. Before I continue on - I did something really dumb. I relaxed. The band took a break between sets and I went down to get a drink for my sister and I. Without thinking through to the fact that left me with no hands to cling to the railing with. I got halfway up and froze. Froze solid. The guy on the outside row I froze at asked me if I was trying to get in. "Nope" I said. I can't go any further up with no hands free. He ended up holding one drink for me while I made it half way there and waved madly to my sister to come get the drink. She thought I was just waving at her and waved back. Finally another person took the drink from me and took it to her. The guy who held the other drink walked up with it and gave it to me. One of life's more embarrasing moments that's for sure.
Anyway, it was all worth it. Man I love this group!!! They are so darn fun. I found out earlier today that the lead singer is keeping a journal of the tour. Here is today's entry
That's my city he's talking about - Kewl as Sybil would say.
Of course he wrote this before the concert. I don't know what he'll have to say after. The concert crowds here can be a bit on the stuffy side - not me though. I was up and clapping wildly - singing along with the band - with my back pressed firmly against the wall. Thankfully it was loud so they drowned me out. My sister is one of the stuffy ones though. I'm safe saying this because she doesn't read my blog. But she sat - SAT! through much of it. I don't know how she and others did that. They are a lively band. It was a truly fun concert. It's the third time I've seen them and next time they come to town - I'll be back to see them again. But next time I'll go for the better seats.

'ti later