I used to hurry a lot, I used to worry a lot

OH.ME.GOD.

For those of you that thought for sure that I would bring a camera in and get some shots of the concert…you were wrong. I don’t break rules. ever. most of the time.
Even if I did bring a camera in, I wouldn’t have remembered to take a picture because I was so into the concert.

Our seats KICKED ASS. We were right of the stage, 8 rows up. I could have thrown my drink and hit the stage, but that would have been a waste of 10 bucks of Smirnoff Ice.

When they came out and started singing I was grinning from ear to ear. I was at an Eagles concert! The second song was “One of these nights….” and I started crying. It wasn’t one of those weird crying things where women are pulling out their hair, tears streaming down their faces and screaming at the top of their lungs (Like the No Doubt concert I went to) but a gentle tear rolling down my face.
“I wish my sister was here.”

I had to call her. There was no way that I could sit through this concert and not share it with her. I wanted her there with me. It was because of her that I loved the Eagles so much.
So Kathy and my mom sat on speaker phone while Shaun and I rocked out to the Eagles.

You all went with me, as a matter of fact because I was trying to figure out how to blog this concert for you so you could experience it with me.

Joe Walsh. Joe Fucking Walsh. This guy….is so bad ass. If your listening to him talk or just looking at him…you wonder if he knows how to tie his shoes. Put a guitar in his hands and let him sing and you are just blown away. The crowd went crazy when he sang, “Life’s Been Good” and I STILL have the guitar solo stuck in my head.

The drums during “Hotel California” gave me the chills. Don Henley is the original BAD ASS MUTHA FUCKA. Singing and playing the drums better than when he was in his 20’s!

When “Take It To The Limit” came on, I shared with Shaun the story of how my brothers lead me to believe that they they were singing, “Take it to the Lemon…one more Lime.” and now I can’t sing it right, even though I know that is not what they are saying. That song is nothing but citrus to me now.

At the end of the concert, like 4 or 5 encores later they sang Desperado and I cried like a baby…

Now it seems to me, some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can’t get

Desperado, oh, you ain’t gettin’ no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they’re drivin’ you home
And freedom, oh freedom well, that’s just some people talkin’
Your prison is walking through this world all alone

And then the best concert EVER.EVER.EVER…was over.

Good thing I have free weekend minutes on my cell phone.