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I know, I've been M.I.A for about a week now, but with good reason.
Let me preface this post by telling people that I have been excited about seeing Stevie Wonder in concert since we heard he was touring. My friend John-Paul bought our tickets on his credit card and offered to hold onto them until the concert in October.
I checked the date of the show so Barry could swap shifts because he works until 11pm. I confirmed with Mama Synesthesia as well - Thursday, October 23, 8pm.
Imagine my surprise, then, when on WEDNESDAY night, October 22, at 8pm, I got a call from John-Paul asking where we were... He said that he was waiting out the front of the Stevie Wonder concert, with our tickets!
All right. My bad. When I confirmed the date, the website was advertising the second show - and we had tickets to the first. :(
But I digress. When I got the call from JP, I was in my PJs settled for a night of TV-watching. Barry was at work. Mama Synesthesia was at home cooking fish for her brother.
I. Am. A. Virgo. I cannot handle surprises, things that are unplanned, randomness of any kind.
Without going into too much more detail, here's a brief rundown of events between 8:00 and 8:40pm:
* I threw on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt - no shower, no make-up, and I collected some of Barry's clothes.
* My mum threw down her cooking utensils and picked me up from home.
* We drove to Barry's work. I ran in and made up a terrible excuse to get him out of his shift. (I apologise to his colleagues but it was a worthy cause!)
* We drove to ACER Arena, found a very lucky parking spot and arrived at the front desk to find our 3 tickets waiting at the door.
From then on, it was magical. We had the BEST time of our lives. Stevie Wonder is an amazing musician and a true musical genius.
The concert was worth all the stress and anxiety we went through to get there, plus more... Which is probably why my mum and I decided to go the next night as well... :)
Please enjoy some of the video footage I took, and remember to press pause on the playlist at the bottom of my page.
'Part-Time Lover'
'Lately'
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5 comments:
What a story, brilliant - it's one to be told for many years to come, I sure of it!
What I want to know is, what happened to the fish?
Hey Wacky, not washing my hands after cooking fish was the best thing I could have done... as if by magic, the space around us cleared everytime I waved my hands around and we had heaps of room to dance... and dance we did... I was stiff for a week afterwards. Madame S, I'm glad you enjoyed the evening/s... but I gotta tell ya, if my hair weren't already grey, I'm pretty sure it would have been after all that frantic craziness and the pure adrenalin rush of the lead-up to the main event! So, Wacky, next time you go dancing, try the fishy finger trick... Eeww... that sounds gross!
Hahahah! I wondered where all our good luck was coming from on that first night... It goes to show you can never underestimate the value of the 'fishy finger trick'. You're so funny, Mama S!!
Hey Mumma Synesthesia,
Perhaps you could bottle the fishy hand smell and sell it to the government to use for crowd control?
Thanks for the tip I really appreciate it. However as a certified WMD* I need not resort to fishy finger tricks. HEHEHHE
My only wish is that I could have been there to bask in the aroma and shake my ass with the Synesthesias.
xxxxx
*(Weapon of Mass Dancing)
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