For the record, I think we should have today off. It’s just entirely unfair for Catholics to celebrate the rising of Christ, and be expected to return to work the next day. Cosmos, Lamb, 5 hours in the car- it’s all just really exhausting. We could have called it “Mourning Monday”. C’mon Catholics; we are SO behind on the “religious days off”! Get. It. Together. (every single religious person is shaking their head at me right now. #sorry)
While I usually don’t partake in weekend recaps, this one deserves one. Unfortuanately, there are not enough words in our limited language to describe just how amazing my friday was.
Let’s just put it this way: If you’re a Billy Joel fan, whether it be leisurely, or hardcore, you have to go see his tenure at Madison Square Garden. Yes, I know all the shows are sold out- that’s why we have stubhub. Wait a week before, go on stubhub, find a ticket, and prepare to have your face melted off.
I’ve been to a lot of concerts, and this was HANDS DOWN the best show I’ve been too. Yes, even better than Paul McCartney at Citifield. Yes, even better than all 26 DMB shows I’ve attended. ( I know that seems excessive, but trust me, there are fans who have attended 26 shows a summer. DMB has amassed a hardcore fan-base over their twenty+ years)
He was funny, energetic, and the crowd sang along with every word. When he did “River of Dreams >> Hards Day Night Cover>> River of Dreams”, I lost it. I’ll never forget; I was probably around 5 or so, and “River of Dreams” came on the TV, and I remember singing along to the entire song with my family. It’s just one of those songs that I absolutely love, and I was so thrilled to hear it.
During the encore, Billy danced, twirled his microphone, dropped it a few times, and had everyone on their feet. During “You May be Right” Gavin DeGraw (who was shockingly a great opener) joined on stage. I would share videos, but literally, all you hear is me singing highly off-key, and while most things don’t embarrass me, this does.
I would also love to note that the beyond drunk fifty-something next to us was everything. She would randomly just scream at Billy things like “BILLLYYYYY, I’M PREGNANT!” or “FUCK ME, BILLLYYYY!”, and it really made for a great experience. Nothing screams “Welcome to New York” like a drunk ass Long Islander.
Before we hopped on the train back to home, I snapped this picture with my iphone. I’m irrationally proud of it. Mainly because it was with my phone and I have VERY low expectations of my iphone.
Easter was also fun, although I realized yesterday my days are entirely dictated by my dog. We had to leave early because he was already alone for 7 hours, and with a two hour drive back, we knew we would be pushing his bladder. Plus, he gets exceptionally moody if we leave him alone for too long. Like, what is this life? A dog, who was tied to a pole in new york city drinking puddles, now dictates my life. It’s fine. To add salt to the wound, at 1 a.m. homeboy started barking like a crazy man because another dog was barking. After some melatonin he calmed down, but his owner couldn’t fall back asleep until 2:30. So, thats a solid 3 hours of sleep I’ve had. I know it was revenge for leaving him on Easter. My dad already said that next year I could bring him and just have the family eat upstairs, so, yes… I will be doing that.
So, there’s that. Happy Mourning Monday. I’m going to be mourning my way all the way to the gym because I have 39 days to look decent in a picture, and seeing that my clavicle bone is starting to show, I need to work off the rack of lamb I ate yesterday. (I shared it- fat haters, I shared it! And, I did really well on the appetizers!)