There are many things I wanted to write about tonight, but the wind has been taken out of my sails. I will tell you that the "Summer of Concerts" got a nice surprise on Sunday night. Sometimes you just get lucky...and that's what happened when I ended up last minute with tickets to Adele on Sunday night. I love the shit out of Adele. I was obsessed with 21 for a good couple of years. Let me tell you, when you're depressed about moving, and your dog dying....Adele can only make it worse. Haha. I used to think that it was good when I felt things deeply, because I was pretty surface through my younger years. As I've gotten older, I've wished that I didn't feel things so deeply, though. If I could change that about myself, I would. And yes, with 25 I'm much more aware of Adele's stranglehold on my soul. I pre-ordered it on iTunes, but I've never sat down and listened to the album straight through. I've heard all of the songs here and there, but sit and listen to that whole album? Who the fuck wants to feel that? Anyway, even though she cuts in places you wish weren't there, she is pure brilliance. If you get the chance to see this show, take it. Three hundred level seats and all, I'd have to say it's one of the best shows I've ever seen. Trust me on this one. Those poor sons of bitches, Air Supply, have a lot to live up to on Saturday night. I'm already disappointed in that concert. Ha.
Well, writing has made feel better...so thank you for allowing me this platform. I'll leave you with the song that made me cry the hardest on Sunday. You'll love/hate me for it.
Happy Hump Day Eve