Holes to Heaven
Last weekend some friends and I headed up to Charleston to see Jack Johnson in concert. It was absolutely amazing. And Margaret, Anna, and Claire were even better.
Anyways, we were total groupies and got there four hours early to wait in line. It paid off. We were so close to the stage. There was only one person in front of me. ALO and Matt Costa opened, and, after his performance, I fell head-over-heels in love with Matt.
It was crowded. Really crowded.
The next day we toured Charleston - did some window shopping and looking around in general.
Labor Day couldn't have been better.
Margaret's well-rounded: She drives, DJs, and looks good doing it.
Four hours before the concert started, and we're taking it easy.
Hold the phone!
Two and a half hours before show time, and we're busy guarding our second-row spots from hordes of angry people trying to steal them away.
Twenty minutes to go, and my personal boundaries have already been destroyed.
Playing an accordion is the ultimate test of manhood.
Bob's your uncle! Matt Costa is perfection incarnate.
The star of the show,
and our reaction.
The concert from a more removed perspective.
The next day in Battery Park, Claire discovers that she doesn't like big cannons.
But the smaller ones are less intimidating.
I'm at one with the world,
and so is Margaret.
WTF??? They close graveyards????
Exhausted, but in a good way.
Anyways, we were total groupies and got there four hours early to wait in line. It paid off. We were so close to the stage. There was only one person in front of me. ALO and Matt Costa opened, and, after his performance, I fell head-over-heels in love with Matt.
It was crowded. Really crowded.
The next day we toured Charleston - did some window shopping and looking around in general.
Labor Day couldn't have been better.
Margaret's well-rounded: She drives, DJs, and looks good doing it.
Four hours before the concert started, and we're taking it easy.
Hold the phone!
Two and a half hours before show time, and we're busy guarding our second-row spots from hordes of angry people trying to steal them away.
Twenty minutes to go, and my personal boundaries have already been destroyed.
Playing an accordion is the ultimate test of manhood.
Bob's your uncle! Matt Costa is perfection incarnate.
The star of the show,
and our reaction.
The concert from a more removed perspective.
The next day in Battery Park, Claire discovers that she doesn't like big cannons.
But the smaller ones are less intimidating.
I'm at one with the world,
and so is Margaret.
WTF??? They close graveyards????
Exhausted, but in a good way.