And There Wasn’t A Mullet Anywhere In Sight.
Guess who I saw last night? Betcha can’t guess.
Okay, I’ll give you a hint. He’s The Boss.
Still in the dark?
Okay, here’s a picture.
Don’t EVEN tell me you don’t know who this is. I don’t want to hear it. Losers. (Not that we’re die-hard fans or anything.)
So last night we went to see Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band.
Here’s another picture. (No, these aren’t from my camera. I can only WISH I’d been that close.)
And here’s a little recap of the show for the two of you who might actually care.
This wasn’t the best Bruce concert we’ve ever attended (don’t you like
how I talk about him like we’re on a first name basis?) because the sound system was wonky, which was frustrating, but we had a good time anyway.
And I wore my funky new t-shirt! See?
Thanks for your votes of confidence yesterday. I wasn’t sure about it until I started getting all of your positive comments. Husband likes it too, so it’s definitely a keeper. (I got it at the Lucky Brand Jeans store, for those who have asked.)
So that’s my fun for the weekend. Now it’s back to being the DIY Widow while Hubs works on the never-ending basement project.