When bandom invades your real life.
Jul. 14th, 2011 11:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aneasToday I woke up at 11 AM.
11 AM.
Seriously. I can't remember the last time that happened. I was fifteen, I think. I was sure that sleeping less and less was the biggest clue you're getting older. I feel really old but I still slept like a baby after last night's activities.
So last night we went to Sting's concert. Sting is the husband's most loved artist. And Symphonicity was such a gorgeous concert, I'm still trying to process it. Two hours of incredible music, the Philharmonic Orchestra was amazing and Sting sounded even better alive. The husband was teary eyed the whole time, and it was magical. A beautiful night, lovely company and one of the husband's happiest moments.
It promised to be a very romantic night.
And then... then Sting took his harmonic, stroke a pose and I was all "Shit, that's totally the Gerard Way's pose, you bitch!" and I started to laugh hysterically. The husband thought I was just overwhelmed, and put a comforting arm around my shoulders. That only made me laugh even more.
I didn't manage to sneak a camera, but the pose he did was something like this,
and when he finished the harmonic solo, he even throw his arm away, like Gerard's trademark pose, legs included.
Come on, I wasn't imagining things, was I?
That was the moment my stupid brain decided to come and play, and started to made me think of My Chem all the time, and I swear to God, sometimes I was laughing so hard it was a mystery why nobody asked me to leave.
Like when Sting made his "Come on, guys, sing it from your heart!" waving.
Or when he just couldn't hear us.
But, seriously, the best, best, best moment of the night was when Sting wanted to channel his inner Frank Iero and he decided to jump with his guitar.
I had the time of my life, guys. My stomach muscles still hurt. That was better than a workout.
And the husband was really happy I enjoyed the concert, that I was just that into it, that he promised me he'll accompany me to a concert of my choice, even if my music is not exactly his cup of tea.
I'm so taking him to an Adam Lambert concert...
I can't wait to see his face. He's not going to know what hit him.
11 AM.
Seriously. I can't remember the last time that happened. I was fifteen, I think. I was sure that sleeping less and less was the biggest clue you're getting older. I feel really old but I still slept like a baby after last night's activities.
So last night we went to Sting's concert. Sting is the husband's most loved artist. And Symphonicity was such a gorgeous concert, I'm still trying to process it. Two hours of incredible music, the Philharmonic Orchestra was amazing and Sting sounded even better alive. The husband was teary eyed the whole time, and it was magical. A beautiful night, lovely company and one of the husband's happiest moments.
It promised to be a very romantic night.
And then... then Sting took his harmonic, stroke a pose and I was all "Shit, that's totally the Gerard Way's pose, you bitch!" and I started to laugh hysterically. The husband thought I was just overwhelmed, and put a comforting arm around my shoulders. That only made me laugh even more.
I didn't manage to sneak a camera, but the pose he did was something like this,
and when he finished the harmonic solo, he even throw his arm away, like Gerard's trademark pose, legs included.
Come on, I wasn't imagining things, was I?
That was the moment my stupid brain decided to come and play, and started to made me think of My Chem all the time, and I swear to God, sometimes I was laughing so hard it was a mystery why nobody asked me to leave.
Like when Sting made his "Come on, guys, sing it from your heart!" waving.
Or when he just couldn't hear us.
But, seriously, the best, best, best moment of the night was when Sting wanted to channel his inner Frank Iero and he decided to jump with his guitar.
I had the time of my life, guys. My stomach muscles still hurt. That was better than a workout.
And the husband was really happy I enjoyed the concert, that I was just that into it, that he promised me he'll accompany me to a concert of my choice, even if my music is not exactly his cup of tea.
I'm so taking him to an Adam Lambert concert...
I can't wait to see his face. He's not going to know what hit him.