A few months ago, on a nice Saturday morning, my sister Chrystie called and asked if Matt and I would like to go see The Police in concert in July. I thought it sounded like fun, and told Chrys I would call her back when I asked Matt. So I went into the bedroom where he was still trying to sleep in and I lightly tapped his foot and said “Babe, The Police are coming…” That is as far as I got. Matt sat bold upright in bed, ready to say “Lock the front door and grab me some clothes, I’m going out the back.” I quickly explained that I meant the band and not the actually cops, and he agreed that we should get tickets.
The show was Saturday night. My sisters and my brother-in-law Preston came also. The concert was out at the USANA amphitheater. I had never been out there, so it was fun. We found a place to park and made it inside in time for us to hear Elvis Costello (and in enough time for me to realize I don’t know any Elvis Costello). The weather was great, not too hot and not too cold. We couldn’t see them too well, but it was still lots of fun. They did all the good classic songs, and even did two encores. It was a lot of fun.
The show was Saturday night. My sisters and my brother-in-law Preston came also. The concert was out at the USANA amphitheater. I had never been out there, so it was fun. We found a place to park and made it inside in time for us to hear Elvis Costello (and in enough time for me to realize I don’t know any Elvis Costello). The weather was great, not too hot and not too cold. We couldn’t see them too well, but it was still lots of fun. They did all the good classic songs, and even did two encores. It was a lot of fun.
2 comments:
ROOOOXAAAAAAANNE!!!
That is a funny story about Matt, I hadn't heard that one before.
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