Sir Paul

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Guess who I saw on Monday night? Any guesses? The boys and I saw none other than Paul McCartney, that's who.

Before I tell you the sorted tale, I humbly ask your forgiveness for the poor quality of my pictures. For some strange reason, I decided to leave my camera at home and was forced to snap pictures using the crappy camera on my Blackberry. Sigh.

Back to the story...

For the first time in Sir Paul's long and illustrious career, he decided to add a stop in Music City to his latest concert tour. As you might expect, the show sold out almost immediately. The hubby and I had discussed trying to get some tickets, but they were so expensive that we decided to pass.

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Fast forward to Monday afternoon...

The hubby called and said, "I am thinking about seeing if I can get some tickets to the McCartney show tonight. How would you feel about taking some cash, heading up to the venue, and seeing if we can snag three decent tickets?" I told him that would be fine.

After he hung up, I told the boy about our pending adventure with the dreaded ticket scalpers. He looked at me like I was crazy.

Unbeknown to me, the hubby decided to check Ticketmaster to see if there happened to be any seats available. He requested three tickets in the "best available" location and was shocked by what popped up. He immediately called to get my approval to fork out the small fortune needed to purchase the tickets.

Check out our view...
 

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I snapped this picture with my Blackberry just before the concert began. We were sitting in the first three seats, five rows up off the floor to the left of the stage. They were literally some of the best seats in the house, all purchased just hours before the show.

The boy was so excited, and not for the reason you might expect. Sure, he was happy to see Sir Paul, but the boy's real excitement came because of McCartney's drummer, Abe Laboriel, Jr.. It was Abe's drumming on McCarteny's Back In The U.S. tour (we have the DVD) that first fostered a love for the drums in the little guys heart. The rest, as they say, is history.

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One especially cool story that I have to share...

As we were waiting for the concert to begin, the hubby glanced to his left. From our vantage point we could see the crew making their final preparations... guitar techs making sure that each instrument was perfectly tuned, the lighting and sound guys making last minute adjustments...

Before I knew what was happening, the hubby was on his feet and shaking hands with one of the members of the crew. As it seems to happen everywhere we go, the hubby knew someone... the in-ear monitor tech for the tour. The last time they had seen each other, our boy was a pudgy one-year-old. They enjoyed a quick chat before the guy had to hurry off to work.

About twenty minutes into the concert, the hubby's friend appeared by our side holding this:

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It was one of Abe Laboriel, Jr.'s drum sticks that had broken just moments before. The hubby's friend had grabbed the discarded stick and brought it to the boy. How thoughtful is that? You can't tell from the picture, but the stick is in two pieces.

To say that my boy was excited is the understatement of the century. He spent the remainder of the show clutching the stick in his little hands and grinning from ear to ear. The child was the envy of everyone sitting in our vicinity.

At the boy's request, the stick will be placed in a shadow box and hung on the drum room wall. What a great memento of an amazing night.

If you are interested in seeing some video of the show, you can click here and here. Despite my lack of brain function when it came to the camera, the hubby remembered to bring our little Flip camera.